Wednesday 19th Vung Tau
The guard was set to wake us at 6 and had boiled water for
our noodles but we were up anyway. Ken arrived shortly after and sent us off in
a taxi with one of his men accompanying us on a bike to the bus depot to ensure
we got away ok. All went like clockwork and we sailed through in 4.5 hours. As
seems to be common in Asia, a young fellow had the role of standing on the step
yelling out to the people we approached inviting them to board. He made it his
business to keep us comfortable and informed (wordlessly) of what was going on
and when to get off. He then noticed us heading off on foot and shrieked at us
to come back to the bus to get a free lift to our hotel.
The people on the bus were all kind and friendly to one
another and to us. An hour or so into the trip, there was a muffled squawk from
the back of the bus, followed a few seconds later by an unmistakeable echo from
the rooster in the wicker bag next to us. We had thought it was just a bag.
This
continued occasionally throughout the trip until towards the end when they
brought in another 4 wicker bags with more chooks from the outside luggage hold.
Round about then we started to smell them. Later on, the girl next to us shook
the bag to see if the rooster was ok and it failed to respond – a few times.
The driver, the money collector and the girl all looked concerned, although the
chooks were all travelling as unaccompanied
luggage. When the rooster later stirred and crowed again, everybody
breathed sighs of relief and beamed at one another.
We had a 2km walk to the hotel, which we chose to do because
we had spare time and needed the exercise. (Another very hot day and the walk was rather draining even with only the small backpacks) We set a course for the beach and followed that to the hotel. They let us in early and we were
happy to find our room on the top floor with the promised sea view and balcony.
Great J
We headed off at about 2pm, at which time there was almost
nobody about and we wondered whether there would be anywhere to eat. We did
eventually find somewhere but it was not up to the delicious fare we have
enjoyed thus far. We went on down the beach and wandered inland on the way back
when we spotted something of a local shopping precinct. We had been asking for
English menus and were curious about the Lau (stockpot) options that most of
them offered, always at a much higher price than other dishes. Eventually we
found an unpretentious little place where they called over a neighbour who
spoke some English to talk to us. She said they would make a special seafood
lau for us for about $10 that would fill both of us. That was a very good deal
so we said we would come back in a couple of hours.
We had bumped into an offbeat Canadian woman on the beach who freaked us out
with the somewhat exaggerated claim that she had been “raped” 2 weeks earlier.
She was saying we shouldn’t be carrying bags or wearing watches etc. At the
risk of being arrogant, we have probably travelled a lot more than she has and
in some of the worst places for getting mugged. But we did load everything
non-essential into the room safe and went out again very lightly equipped. You just never know.
The lau was delicious. The secret must lie in the stock,
which bubbles away on a burner somewhat like a fondue with various seafood bits
cooking in it, while we added fresh vegetables and poured the mix over noodles
from the great mound they had brought us. We messed and muddled and asked for
clues while our hosts were also eating at a nearby table. We ate until we were
comfortably full although there was still plenty of noodle, vegetable and fresh
stock waiting.
We left them with more than we had agreed, despite their
resistance – tipping does not seem to be that common here. We felt that we had
enjoyed warm and friendly hospitality and a very delicious meal.
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