Joy, Clifton, and I took the local bus into the actual fishing village of Mui Ne rather than the isolated row of resorts clustered with westerners. It was awesome. We walked to the market and saw so much. Joy is Vietnamese and bought everything while we waited at a distance so we did not get overcharged….comes with being white in VN you are overcharged and expected to be loaded with money.
As we walked on we kept getting children asking us for $100, we gave high-fives instead. The children are beautiful though, precious little faces. I got my nose ring touched again by a random man who was truly confused about it….logically if you are confused you just point at it and then slowly move in to touch it. It keeps happening to me by all types of people here.
We walked on through neighborhoods leading down to the water. Brightly colored houses with shudders and hammocks on the front porch. Pagodas with gigantic golden Buddha behind massive gated entryways. Laundry hanging out to dry. The treasure at the end of the walk was the fish oil being made. Fish oil is what you dip things like spring rolls (nem) into for flavor. As far as you could see was fish laying out to dry and we went in to see how it is done. Insane. Mui Ne is infamous for its fish oil production. Very interesting.
As we wandered back we saw a pagoda and stopped. Luckily we had bought incense at the market earlier. Young monks were singing inside and we sat on the steps and listened…along with the dog curled up sleeping in a planter. Joy and Clifton made a contribution to their kitchen fund and we were invited to stay for lunch. Instead we had tea and went on our way.
A bus ride full of stares and a flock of little girls pointing at me and touching my nose ring and I was back poolside/beachside relaxing.
I loved our day in the village exploring and I have Joy and Clifton to thank.