Exploring An Thoi
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My rented motorbike headed down the west coast passing a couple of thatched-hut fishing villages, the pearl farm, coconut groves, and mile after mile of secluded beach. I had hoped to find a classic Vietnamese fishing boat on dry land either under construction or repairs but saw none. Any English-speaking worker might provide interesting insight to their construction or operation. I stopped only once to photograph the winching mechanism of a smaller boat that was hauled ashore by rope. A kid of about seven years ran from across the road, mumbled something in Vietnamese, then held out his hand. When I gave him nothing, he pouted, slugged me in the leg, and walked away. I wanted to shout back "Hey, the war is over kid … you won..." but he wouldn't have understood.
I intercepted the main paved road and continued south past the Prisoner of War Museum into An Thoi at the bottom of the island.
The local people were as curious of a foreigner in their midst as I of them. Phuong invited me into his house where his wife Hanh poured me a shot glass of yellow Vietnamese tea. We sat at an unpadded wooden couch and two matching chairs drawn close to a low table.