Mui Ne or Goa? Or even Western Sahara?

At first glance we thought we'd arrived in Goa 6 months early! There were cows everywhere, on the beach, roaming the streets...




Mui Ne was the closest to a paradise beach resort we've come to yet. There is no town to speak of, and the resorts are very self contained - not always my cup of tea but it was lovely just to spend 3 days on the beach, not having to go anywhere to get a drink. We stayed in little bungalow-type rooms right by the beach, and spent the mornings lying in the sun - reading, swimming, reading...






It was just way too hot between 11 and 3, and as a side effect of our anti malarials, Teej and I both got pretty burnt and I was on the receiving end of some nasty prickly heat rashes! Tim had to buy me a rather attractive straw hat to prevent a recurrance of v-neck t-shirt syndrome...




Our one day out was in a jeep to the main sights of the area - the Fairy Stream, the white sand dunes, red dunes and the Red Canyon. It was like a mini world tour - Goa in the morning, then the Sahara, followed by Arizona! All on a mini-me scale of course.

The Fairy Stream is a lovely walk through the water to the source, surrounded by dunes and red rock. We were 'guided' (followed) by some very sweet seeming young boys who of course demanded our dollar at the end (we're far too hardened to that kind of behaviour by now!)






Next stop was the white sand dunes which we boarded down on plastic sheets, filling our pants and every available orifice with sand - a lot of fun. Head first was the only way to pick up any speed...









After a dramatic flat tyre incident we were taken to visit the Red Canyon, then onto the red dunes to see the sunset. By this point I had developed such a hatred for sand and it's accompanying hungry, leg-munching sand flies that I was not in the least bit impressed by the disappearing sun-light and was desperate to get back and enjoy a long shower - but all in all a good day!