The easiest place to hop on over to from where I was in Cambodia was Phu Quoc island, the much-disputed territory between Cambodia and Vietnam.
When I mentioned to people that I was going there, it was met with appreciative gasps and “ooh I hear it’s beautiful there.”
And well, some small parts of it were lovely in a way.
Like Bai Sao beach…
With its clear blue water, white sand and just out of shot, piles of black bin bags full of smelly rubnish and sand flies lurking ready to bite you.
Unfortunately, most of what I saw in Phu Quoc was mass development of hotel complexes and discarded plastic floating in the water.
I had high hopes to tick something off my bucket list and see some bioluminescent plankton, but alas, it was not meant to be!
My hostel was quite nice with a lovely pool to relax by which compensated for the lack of anything pretty or interested in the surrounding area.
I decided to not stay more than a few days and set my sights on Ho Chi Minh.
As luck would have it, I bumped into a travel buddy from Laos at the pier as we waited for the ferry which cheered me up from the disappointment of Phu Quoc.
Ah well, onwards and upwards!