See you next time Phu Quoc.
Last shot before leaving for the airport.
Uyen navigating the ruts. Remember, it's still the rainy season.
Our journey to the North end of the island ended at this fishing village. Uyen was driving and insisted that I walk across this bridge since she is not experienced driving with a 200 lb gorilla behind her.
Found a little fishing village with a long pier. We drove out for a photo op. Is that Dennis Hopper? Or is it Peter Fonda? Wait!! It is Peter Fonda looking for his sister.
The pot you see is fired with aromatic wood covered with a thin grill. Prawns marinated in oil and chili are grilled at our table. How bout that coconut milk drink that Uyen has on her right!
OK, no more depressing stuff. We happened to drive to a seaside picnic / restaurant on the beach. Each cabana had a table and hammock.
Guard tower, I wonder if the Vietnamese had their version of Col. Clink
Inside the prisoners sleeping area.
The cage behind me is all barbed wire and when disciplinary action was taken, the prisoner had to crawl in to the round portion. Couldn't stand or lay down.
We happened upon a restored prisoner of war camp that had very few descriptions in English. I assume that the VN army in the South were holding Viet Cong.
This is the local high school gang. I'm not sure if they are bloods or crips.
I have not mentioned before that people are interned above ground much like New Orleans. The difference here is, that you will find burial sites in all kinds of random spots. How bout this for a internment with a view!
Continuing our trek South, we passed this shanty which is right on the beach. These people are fishermen and will live here until development pushes them out.
Stopped for lunch on our trip South. This shot is taken from our table were the cook is taking delivery of fresh squid, fish, and produce from a delivery lady. That's our bike on the left.
Time to hit the road. In more ways than one.
OK, here we go, renting a new motor bike for for a whopping $10 a day! Today we travel South, tomorrow to the North.
We are crossing a bridge to the central part of town. Notice the motor bikes on the left? I actually drove across that and other bridges on our rented bike.
See you next time Phu Quoc.
Last shot before leaving for the airport.
Uyen navigating the ruts. Remember, it's still the rainy season.
Our journey to the North end of the island ended at this fishing village. Uyen was driving and insisted that I walk across this bridge since she is not experienced driving with a 200 lb gorilla behind her.
Found a little fishing village with a long pier. We drove out for a photo op. Is that Dennis Hopper? Or is it Peter Fonda? Wait!! It is Peter Fonda looking for his sister.
The pot you see is fired with aromatic wood covered with a thin grill. Prawns marinated in oil and chili are grilled at our table. How bout that coconut milk drink that Uyen has on her right!
OK, no more depressing stuff. We happened to drive to a seaside picnic / restaurant on the beach. Each cabana had a table and hammock.
Guard tower, I wonder if the Vietnamese had their version of Col. Clink
Inside the prisoners sleeping area.
The cage behind me is all barbed wire and when disciplinary action was taken, the prisoner had to crawl in to the round portion. Couldn't stand or lay down.
We happened upon a restored prisoner of war camp that had very few descriptions in English. I assume that the VN army in the South were holding Viet Cong.
This is the local high school gang. I'm not sure if they are bloods or crips.
I have not mentioned before that people are interned above ground much like New Orleans. The difference here is, that you will find burial sites in all kinds of random spots. How bout this for a internment with a view!
Continuing our trek South, we passed this shanty which is right on the beach. These people are fishermen and will live here until development pushes them out.
Stopped for lunch on our trip South. This shot is taken from our table were the cook is taking delivery of fresh squid, fish, and produce from a delivery lady. That's our bike on the left.
Time to hit the road. In more ways than one.
OK, here we go, renting a new motor bike for for a whopping $10 a day! Today we travel South, tomorrow to the North.
We are crossing a bridge to the central part of town. Notice the motor bikes on the left? I actually drove across that and other bridges on our rented bike.
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