I moved on from Quy Nhon to Mui Ne, bypassing Nha Trang because I wasn’t up to much partying after Hue (I chose not to post about celebrating Canada Day because of that awful, awful hangover) and I heard the diving there wasn’t very much different from Hoi An (with which I wasn’t impressed, that’s a story for another day). Mui Ne didn’t disappoint. I arrived as dusk fell and the idyllic coconut-trees-swaying-in-the-wind setting immediately started working its charm.
Daytime augmented the coconut-tree charm and I soon found myself on the back of a motorcycle off to a nearby fishing village.
Early in the morning, fishing boats return from the night’s work and the flotilla waits in the shallows for the coracles to come out to unload the cargo.
The coracles are unique circular little fellas that are nimble enough to float on mere inches of water to bring in the catch.
By the time this tourist arrived, most of the activity was tapering off and people were starting to relax after sorting and selling their wares.
Many of them were still milling around the main bartering areas, leaving their little boats on the beach out of reach of the waves.
The highlight of this visit really was getting up close to these boats. I’d not seen them anywhere else in the world and was very intrigued by how they managed to get anywhere. I imagine myself just going round and round in circles if I had to captain one of these! These boats were really just waterproofed baskets, no wonder they were simply left unguarded all over the beach. If one goes missing, just weave a replacement, easy!
Coracles aside, there were other interesting things going on at the beach. There were bullock carts hauling fresh catch or selling breakfast treats.
There were baskets upon baskets of fish on sale, mainly small to medium ones.
And there were plenty of locals in the characteristic conical hats negotiating good prices for crates of silvery fish.
Some areas of the beach were strewn with open shells. Here, plenty of sorting had taken place earlier in the morning where I’m guessing workers went through thousands of scallops, extracting the meat to be dried for export.
Near the beach, fish were being salted and laid out to dry in the already fierce morning sun.
And off I went to my next adventure, admiring how the sun glinted off the sea in waves of silver as my motorbike whizzed past.
It was also a wonder how we got anywhere, considering that the bike’s speedometer needle didn’t move past zero! More to come next post.