7th April, went on our snorkelling tour. About 20 people on our boat. Snorkelled in 3 places. Water was quite cold. Lunch was very good. In the evening we went to book an easy rider tour. John had training to ride his own motorbike. Found a new hotel for tomorrow.
It had been a while since our last dip in the ocean so we were looking forward to the snorkeling trip from Nah Trang. There was about 20 people on the boat and at the time about 4 or 5 boats leaving from the port.
It was far to go and after 30 min boat trip we were at our first of three sites to snorkel at. The gear was good, including the important life jacket however the selection of fish and coral was disappointing compared to what we had seen in Fiji or Thailand. The water was also a little cold to say the least.
At the second sight the water was really deep which meant all the boy including John started to dive off the top. Some a little more graceful than others.
After the second sight the highlight of the day was the excellent food. Lots of different dishes and all prepared in a tiny kitchen on the boat. John was pretty hungry as you can see. It was also fun to see the Russians on the boat who cracked out a box of wine to drink. This was at 11:30.
In the evening we headed out to look for a motorbike tour. Nah Trang is a common starting place for motorbike tours up to Delat a city in the mountains inland. From there you head to the each town of Moi Ne to end the journey.
We had known about this trip for a while and thought with guides it would be safe. It would also be an option to visit my mum’s home village Song Mao which was near to Moi Ne. We found a tourist office that conducted tours and after some haggling we were booked on a tour. We would go for two nights and on the last day visit Song Mao to see relatives and where my mum grew up. It was going to be a real adventure and John would have his own motorbike.
As mentioned in the past on this blog were weren’t too keen on the whole motorbike thing after seeing many backpackers in Thailand showing the scars of accidents. John is a confident driver and cyclist but never been on a motorbike. The place we’re hired bikes from pursued him and 10 mins later he was down at a football ground practicing. After breaking his flip-flops, burning his calf on the exhaust he was riding around shifting gear around the town.
A little nervous we headed to find another hotel for the next day, the backpackers was proving too noisy and then headed for an evening meal.