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Mango Bay By Day


This morning after a breakfast of sweet milk coffee and fluffy baguette I wandered onto the veranda of my spacious colonial-style room with its tiled floor, whitewashed walls, dark cane furniture and pristine linen. Breathing in fresh sea air I gazed out over soft green grass dotted with cream coloured cows whose wooden cowbells clunked a lazy hollow sound as they grazed.


There was nobody about as I headed for a shady corner of the rocky-sandy beach. I peeled off down to my bikini and soaked up the view of fishing boats far out towards the horizon. The sea’s gentle lap-lapping was like a beckoning finger & I slipped into the warm water, tip-toeing, carefully tensed to the tickling sensation of imaginary jellyfish whispering around my ankles.

View from my veranda
The gradient of the sea floor was a gradual slope & it was some distance before I could bob in the water, just touching the bottom. The view back to the shore was of neat rows of thick palm trees dramatically framed by a passing black cloud. Strong & beautiful in the bright sky.


Some way up the beach, before it curved from sight, there was a group of 5 or 6 local children playing in water. Later as I lay drying on a faded cane lounger a young man came along and idly began combing the sand with a large rake, but he must have bored of the task because when I next looked up he was gone. Leaving me alone with my thoughts about how to describe this lovely place to you.


Mango Bay By Night


I have three recurring dream themes: Riding Horses, Becky Fitts and Animals (or babies) in Peril.

Their intensity & frequency has increased here in Asia.


Freud suggests dreaming of horses represents sexual desires. He might be right although I think these horses are just plain old horses. The best of my horse dreams take me on sweeping gallops across endless landscapes sometimes alone, sometimes with friends riding alongside. For certain I’m dreaming magnified memories of a childhood spent on the New Forest in Hampshire, when freedom was real. And free.


The second theme is more confusing. Again and again I dream about my ‘best friend’ from high school. These encounters are never nice. Dream-Becky is always manipulative & deceptive; the narrative invariably escalates to a crisis and I’ll awake feeling fragile & worthless. I tried to explain my latest upsetting Becky dream to Kosal in Phnom Pen one afternoon, as we rode out of the city to visit a wildlife sanctuary. He empathised by telling me how he’d had a bad dream last night too. ‘I dream my brother on his bike and he hit by a truck which smash his head and kill him. There was much blood and I was watching’.


And then there’s the dream I had last night, my first in idyllic Mango Bay: I was standing at the bottom of a steep flight of stone steps leading to a Buddhist pagoda in the clouds, I could see a landslide hurtling down the steps towards me. Panicked I grabbed a bundle by my feet and ran to the safety of a nearby village.


Once the danger had past I looked at the bundle and found a tiny baby with warm chocolate coloured skin. My instinct was to keep it although I knew I couldn’t. I examined the baby more closely and noticed its tummy was hairy like a little bear, and it was slow in its responses.  His –or her- face betrayed the symptoms of Downs Syndrome. A ripple of relief that it was not mine crashed up against a swell of maternal feeling. As the baby clung tighter to my side I was loathe to let it go.


I began asking people in the village if they could help me find the parents. I was lead to an old lady who sat smoking behind a plain desk in a bare concrete room. She said the baby belonged to her son but he didn’t want it because ‘It’s a mongrel. You can keep it or throw it away…… whatever’
rotorhead85 says:
Looking to go here next week - nice blog, thanks!!
Posted on: Dec 16, 2008
RioDomingo says:

I was thinking of visiting Phu Quoc when i'm in SEA. I'm a girl backpacking solo and was wondering if you would suggest it. Heard it was gorgeous with tons of activities but is it more of a romantic paradise or a place with something for everyone?


PS.. i was thinking of staying at the Beach Club in Phu Quoc.. did you know about that spot?
Posted on: Jul 21, 2008
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Dedicated to Sand Bear Freeman
Dedicated to Sand Bear Freeman
View from my veranda
View from my veranda
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