Hello World! How it all began:

How it all began:

One year ago last July (2009) we found ourselves duomo hopping in Italy, crutching and wheeling our way around London, and eating disgustingly massive quantities of cheese in France. Some little bug, let’s call him Dom the travel slug, tickled our fancy pantsies. We’ve been dreaming about deserted beaches ever since.


Now, as all of you know, we have a few sharks in the water. They will be dead by December 14th, we promise you that. Well, hopefully. They’ll at least be subdued. This trip is our journey of self-discovery, of healing, of adventure, and love. Love for ourselves, each other, the people around us and the countries of Thailand, Laos, Vietnam and Cambodia. We’d love for you to join us on this trip through our blog—into the jungles of our minds, we mean Thailand, the villages of Laos, the rivers of Vietnam and the temples of Cambodia. Welcome to Southeast Asia.

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Our version of Eat, Pray, Love..

Our version of Eat, Pray, Love..
This is OUR version of EAT, PRAY, LOVE

Saturday, 19 February 2011

Stop 27: Mui Nice -- Mui Ne, Vietnam

Mui Ne was our next stop. Just a few hours north of Saigon, we knew that this would be our last chance to soak up the sun. We started off our one and only day there at the Fairy Springs, trudging past cows and through a red dirt stream on our way to a tremendously high and tremendously hot lookout point. The setting was rather majestic, as you could see the point where the white sand dunes met the red sand dunes. We ran down them full speed ahead hoping not to fall and tumble all the way down.

After the springs, we headed a few kilometers inland to visit gigantic white sand dunes.  While sliding down them with the help of a small Vietnamese boy and his plastic sled was almost too much fun to handle, plowing up the dunes in an ATV was just a tad more exciting. Naturally Jen drove and Cam celebrated the fact that they never got stuck. Efforts to flip the ATV were unsuccessful. But we’re sneaky, we’ll try again (Shoutout to Jenna). The red dunes were next; same shape and form, just the white dunes on fire. The color of the sand seemed slightly burnt as the sun set in the distance. In the evening, desperate to avert the abnormal quantities of Russians, we peeked into a Russian-free massage zone and ate at a small seaside shack. The highlight of the meal was not the food but the four puppies that didn’t leave our feet. We got and received some tender love and care and, for the second time in Vietnam, contemplated smuggling a live being back to the states. Considering we couldn’t get past the cash register (i.e. the lady sitting at the first table with a bucket of money) we knew our plot was a failure from the get-go. We weeped our way home and mentally prepared ourselves for Vietnam’s second largest city: Saigon.

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