This morning the alarm was set for 9, but like s*** were we going to get up for it. Eventually we seemed to wake simultaneously at 11 and thought "what is it we're meant do do today?" at the same time as remembering it was a half 1 flight to Phu Quoc island that we'd forked out for. So of course... panic packing, baby-wipe 'showers', painfully rapid teeth-brushing, speedy check-outs. "TAXIII".

The taxi drive to the airport was a daze, check-in was a daze, we needed to find some hangover food. But of course when you want something so much, you can never find it. So noodles stir-fried with cabbage it was. We then moved through (very lax) security to air-side and saw the hangover food, but were already too full for it.

So we sat down in plastic chairs and accepted the 1 hr delay gladly, for a chance to nap.

The flight was just under and hour, in a propeller plane 4 seats wide and flying low over the beautiful scenery of the Mekong Delta, the South-West coast and then the lush island itself.

The jungle was a thick, dark green, and the roads a bright red clay. The houses, scattered at random across the landscape were blue and yellow, white and green, the hills rolling around them. Stunning.

The bags came through fairly fast again, and then we got a cab straight to the hostel recommended to us by Rys, which was looovely. A few bungalows scattered amongst a small garden area with an open-sided restaurant at the front, 3 metres from the sea. A small beach area in-front of the wall, then a sun-bather area with palm trees and so on behind this bordering the hotel. It was so nice to sit out in the last of the day's sun, getting a massage from one of the massage ladies trotting along the shore, then having a nice dinner by lamp-light. The food was delicious.

We bumped into the 3 girls from medical school again as they searched around for their accommodation (we had unknowingly taken the last two rooms in the beach club so they had to stay elsewhere, but they popped back for dinner with us.

We ended then evening with a bottle of Vang Dalat under the palm trees right by the water then slept in the 4-poster mosquito-netted beds with all the fans in the room pointed directly at me.