So I don’t know if you’ve gathered this or not yet but it rained A LOT during my time in Vietnam. I’ve lost count of how many sexy photos there are of me in a poncho. (Sorry, did I say sexy? I mean stupid). But when we got to Halong Bay it was miraculously sunny. Not burn yourself in the Tropics kind of sunny, but the sun was shining and that was good enough for us. So much so that we proceeded to shed our clothes and expose our pasty rain-soaked skin in bikinis and shorts. Luckily for you, I won’t be sharing those photos here; they are currently being incinerated for the world’s greater good. Probably just as well, you may have been blinded by the sun radiating off our white skin…..
So, the sun was shining, we were floating in the middle of the Bay and we were bored. Not to say we don’t enjoy sunbathing, but let’s face it, that wasn’t why we had come to ‘Nam. (I lie, it was part of the reason, I mean it’s SE Asia, after all. But after several days of drinking beer whilst looking glumly through rain-streaked windows a-la Joey from Friends, we weren’t really in a sunbathing mood anymore). So we opted for kayaking. In hindsight that probably wasn’t the best idea straight after a mahoosive seafood lunch, but we threw caution to the wind. And boy am I glad we did. It was amazeballs. (I promised myself I would squeeze that word in somewhere in my blog and I think I’ve done it pretty seamlessly). Seriously, it was the most fun you could have with your clothes on and a restrictive water jacket strapped to your chest.