Let's go back in time. We woke up early in the morning on a sunny day on the island of Phu Quoc. We took a taxi to the Starfish Beach, 25km away from our hotel. We had a really nice taxi driver who spoke understandable English. We finally arrived to the beach after a really rough and long road. The view to the sea was beautiful. The local taxi drivers tend to get regular customers, so we agreed that the driver would pick us up at 4:30 pm back to the hotel.
There wasn't many other tourists on the beach yet. The wind was hard on that day, but the sun was shining. There was a couple of bungalows with hammocks above the sea. There was a local family kitchen in the third building/bungalow where food and drinks could be ordered. We jumped right away to the water to find some starfish. We didn't even have to look so much because they were all over the seabed. I held a starfish in my hand for the first time ever. So cool!
A couple of hours had passed. We had captured a lot of photos from different angles and it became more and more cloudy. The wind was cold and we were really hungry. All the other tourists came to the beach with various rented motorbikes, except us. Our taxi driver was coming to pick us up not until 4:30 pm and we didn't have his number to reach him with. Why on earth? That's what we were also thinking about. We could have called another taxi to pick us up earlier, but then we would have felt bad for the first driver. We decided to stay at the beach and look what the local family's kitchen had to offer for lunch.
The menu had a lot of seafood, but they also offered dog in their kitchen. That made us feel uncomfortable. I know that there are still places where people eat dog meat, but for me it was too much, because I love dogs more than anything. So, I just didn't want to order anything from the list. We ordered some drinks and sat down to think what to do. The clock was only about 13.00 pm. The wind became stronger and the sun was hiding behind the clouds. We came to the conclusion that we need to get back to the hotel. We asked a local boy to order us a taxi but he didn't speak English at all. Luckily, he had google translator on his phone, so we spoke english to the phone and the translator repeated it in Vietnamese. :D Despite all the misunderstandings, we finally got a new taxi to pick us up. We felt so bad for the first taxi driver, but well, you can't always win. We should have been waiting for him for three more hours and it felt like forever at that moment.
Even this failed day trip to the beach makes me smile right now here in this dark, rainy & cold Finland.