After breakfast we planned our day by booking a jeep trek to the White sand dunes of Mui Ne and a number of other sights and activities. The trip was to leave in the afternoon so off we went to relax for the morning on the beach.
It turns out Mui Ne is a renowned spot for wind-surfing and the conditions today were ideal. The sky above the sea in front of the beach was filled with kites whipping through the air, each one connected beneath to countless surfers riding and flying into the air in all directions. Pretty amazing site to see and led John & myself to inquire about prices for beginners lessons from the numerous kitesurfing schools along the beach. But time and cost were against me. Maybe I’ll get some lessons and take up the sport in New Zealand.
Our first stop on the day trip was to the ‘Fairy Spring,’ Suoi Tien, a very shallow red stream which weaves through the sand dunes which form beautiful shapes in both white and red sand, producing quite impressive gradients of shade where the 2 meet. The eroding rocks flanking the stream have been sculpted through time into impressive formations and when we walked to the end of our trek we reached a waterfall.
Not far into the trek we ce across an ostrich riding paddock where we payed a few kids $2 each to mount a pretty erratic looking ostrich and ride him a quick Lap of the enclosure. Weird.
Our jeep then took us to the White sand dunes which formed pretty beautiful, pure, curvaceous ever-changing lines and gradients in the landscape under a light blue sky and blazing sun.
We were able to borrow a few sleighs from other tourists and slide down the steep dunes which was a good laugh.
Next we stopped at a red sandstone canyon where the easily eroded rocks had been carved into them hundreds of names, do we added ours.
On the way to the last stop of the day, the Red sand dunes, we watched a spectacular fiery red sunset so by the time we got to the red dunes, we were only left with a short walk up a hill to look into the darkness.
By the time we got back to the hotel we were famished and dehydrated so we set out to find a good beachside restaurant. We found the ideal spot a couple of hundred metres down the line, where we were able to get some food, a few cold ‘Saigon’ beers, and some good Armagh craic right up against the crashing surf of the South China Sea.