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Doc Let Beach
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Walking onto the sand, I was sure I was in Hawaii. Then I noticed the men were wearing Speedos, the gals wearing thong bikinis were solidly in their 50s, and absolutely everyone was sporting the tourist tell - lobster red skin. Okay, so I'm not in Hawaii - but the water is warm, the sand is white and the seafood is still alive when you order it up!
Apparently neighboring big city Nha Trang is the winter holiday of choice for Russians and a few of them manage to trickle on out to Doc Let. Every menu is available in Russian and all the shop keepers speak the language. I'm pretty sure I was the only non-Russian tourist in the place!
For three days I did nothing but sit on the beach with a good book and a cold beer. Interrupted occasionally with dips on the super-salty (equals super buoyancy) water and walks along the tide line in search of treasures. Somehow I managed to collect a few the beachcomber extraordinaire Ms. Sheryl Collmer has never found!
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| Stormy My Last Day |
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| Bringing in the Catch |
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