They have a gallery in Queensland showcasing Steve's pottery which in the past couple of years they've extended to show and sell a range of Vietnamese bits and bobs.
As a consequence, they've travelled extensively throughout the country, building up a network of suppliers and commissioning craftsmen to reproduce some of their designs.
This is great for us, as it means they know Vietnam inside out and have passed on some top notch tips on where to visit and stay. Result!
The other notable friendship we've forged on Don Khone is with Mr.Hoy, the resident gibbon on our resort (do six bamboo cottages constitute a resort?). He pretty much has the run of the place, causing havoc and hilarity at every turn. Wend and Sue were particularly taken with the little chap, tickling his tummy for what seemed like hours and trying in vain to get him to sit still for a photo.
Most amusing.
In the afternoon I finally mustered up the mettle to swim the Mekong.
It looks fairly benign from our balcony, but one of the locals told us it can rise a whopping 10ft during the monsoon and that there's a hefty current no matter what time of the year. Luckily, my perectly honed Johnny Weismuller physique powered me effortlessly to the far bank and back as I barely broke sweat. Fought a couple of crocodiles while I was at it too.
(note to our younger readers: Johnny Weissmuller was the handsome brute who played Tarzan in the original black & white movies)
Hold on a minute...Gibbons? Tarzan? Bamboo? It's like a jungle round here man.
1 comment:
Christ Dave, I'd never claim to be at the peak of fitness, but I would never have thought you had 28Km's swimming in you. More power to you!
Matty
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