In the morning, we left Nha Trang early and biked toward the beach. There is a beautiful boardwalk that runs north/south and would have made for a perfect ride if the typhoon hadn’t beaten us to it. There is debris everywhere, mostly vegetation. Large pieces of wood are being gathered by area residents for fire wood or construction materials, but there is still quite an obstacle course to negotiate. Little Phuic had a wonderful time bobbing and weaving through the ruins, while I gingerly (and slowly) tried to avoid skidding on the sand.

Many of the homes close to the beach have been badly damaged, which was completely predictable considering their reliance on Elmer’s, duct tape and scrap metal. Roofs are torn off, trees are down, and everything is wet and moldy. But there’s no evident panic, and folks seem pretty lackadaisical about putting the pieces back together.

The fishing industry may have taken the day off due to the rough waters, and blue boats of many sizes and conditions are strewn about the harbor and the river. To reach their boats, the locals have small perfectly round bamboo row boats that remind me of the tea cup ride at an amusement park.

We biked north, taking a 36k detour in order to rack up some saddle sores – I swear the wind was in our faces the whole way - and to see the beach. We rode past an aborted luxury resort and down a desolate road with scrub brush on both sides that reminded us of Amagansett. A big snake slithered out of our way but otherwise, we were threatened only by heat and exhaustion.

When we finally reached Tuy Hoa, we were treated to a 2-star hotel in the middle of no-where Vietnam. The food they served for dinner was…interesting (mysterious and kinda gross). Apparently, one of the dishes was chicken; I should have recognized it from the feet and feathers. Thankfully, white rice is ubiquitous and was abundant.