Quy Hao Beach.

Got up this am and, after a bite at Barbara's Kiwi something-or-other restaurant, rented some bikes for a ride to some ancient Cham towers and Quy Hao Beach. Our map to the towers was a sketchy computer printout and we were soon asking locals for direction. "Go this way," two kilometres, next folks, "Go back,"'another kilometre, "No, down this road," said the next folks we asked, before we said screw it and headed for the beach. 

To get to the beach we headed south from town, which you kind of associate with down hill, but the first bit was decidedly up hill, steeply, for about 2 km. We began at sea level and were heading for a beach so... Shortly after cresting the peak, we heard a gun shot. Nope. Kim's front tire. We decide that we will walk the bikes down the hill to the beach and then, after sun and swimming, walk the bikes back the 4 km to town. I rode ahead and bought a water at the beach while Kim walked her bike down the hill (Lou Keating=chivalry, right?). When Kim arrived with her flat, the owners of the kiosk lept to action, the pictures of which are below. They would not accept any money for their good hearted deed. 

When we returned to town, I rode to the bus depot to buy our tickets to Na Trang tomorrow. Sold out. So tomorrow is a lay on the beach day. Are you feeling sorry for us yet?