Mui Ne

Have I mentioned its hot?!
I've heard that in Kingston and Pemmy it's getting a little toasty. Tash mentioned it was even over 25 degree out?
Double that, and add the most humidity you can imagine and that's what it's like here.
Every photo that Steve and I have taken has a beautiful sweaty glare to it. They are really something.
In all honesty though. This is the hottest I've ever been in my life. I can understand why people don't do much physical activity here. You'd die.
Steve and I drink piles of water, which is great, but it makes you sweat like a pig.
I could probably collect my sweat in a rain barrel, put it through my water filter, and have a continuous amount of water all day. Who needs taps.
Everyday the clothes I wear are drenched.
Every bit of me sweats- my eye lids, lashes and brows, my ears, nose, arms, legs, toes, fingers... Even my bum! I didn't know your bum could sweat. It's like sitting in a puddle every time you rest somewhere.
Couples come to Mui Ne as a romantic getaway. I don't get it.
I've never looked or felt more unattractive in my life.
Who ever told us that we need bug spray here was wrong. I smell so horrid that a mosquito wouldn't come near me with a ten-foot pole. Plus the glare off my sweaty body would probably blind any insect within eye range. So we're good.
But like I was saying. Heat + humidity + sun + sunscreen + frizzy hair= one unattractive human being.
Moving on though.
I feel so bad for Steve. Mom and Dad I know you can relate.
Mui Ne is right on the coast. The beaches are beautiful and swimming in the South China Sea is awesome. The water is like a bath though- almost too warm to be refreshing.
Steve and I woke up at 5:30 on our first day in Mui Ne, and couldn't get back to sleep so we decided to walk the beach.
The scenery really is beautiful- apart from the garbage that litters the sand beaches. Some parts weren't as bad as others.
After a couple hours walking we decided to go back to the hotel, eat some breakfast and come back down to the beach for a swim.
We had the best time surfing the waves and splashing around. Some of these waves were huge, and I was paranoid of being carried out to sea or caught in an undertow. Literally every wave that came I reminded Steve. Ahah we talked about that, and 'trust me he knows'.

I think Steve anticipated a day lazing around on the beach, and maybe not walking for 12 straight hours. Poor guy.
We get back to our hotel, and I notice a petal-bike renting option. I also knew there was a fishing village a little over 20kms away from our hotel.
SO- Steve and I rent two bikes.
Now... The photo of the bike under the rental sign, was a mountain bike- with gears and everything- (keep in mind its very hilly here).
The bikes they came out with were right from the dump.
Literally.
They were covered in rust, and our tires weren't even straight. It looked as though they had tried to hammer Steve's straight as to not make it so warped.
Also- they are fixed gear. Super.

We start biking along, and after an hour or so we hit a spot in the road that overlooks the fishing village. This is the 20km mark they had told us about at the hotel.
I was DETERMINED though to go down to the actual ports to see the fishermen at work.
This is where we added another couple hours onto our trip.
Steve literally couldn't feel his bum. When I finally let him off his rusty old bike, he walked with a sheepish limp.
We never did make it down to the actually port. We got close but were told to turn around. It was kind of a drag.

On our way back to our hotel we stopped at a little coffee shop and have delicious iced coffees. Across the street we got some fresh mangoes, leeches, and mangostins. We gobbled down the fruit- it was so fresh... The best fruit I've ever had.

By the time we made it back, it was dinner time and we were whipped right now. Apart from the crazy biking- the sun drains you of your energy.
We had a yummy meal and went to bed early as per usual.