Phong Nha – 8th June

Captain Caveman and I have never been those types of people that, at the end of a holiday, like to get home. On Monday 8th June I certainly didn’t have that feeling and could have happily moved in to Phong Nha Farmstay indefinitely. It was time to return to Dong Hoi to have my leg checked but before we left we had a lovely breakfast and a chat with Bich. I was so grateful for all the effort and attention the whole family had shown me and I felt a little emotional leaving. A whole week at the Farmstay had been better than anything a doctor could have prescribed and I was leaving feeling much better, both physically and mentally. Had I not just been there for rest and recuperation there had been many activities I could have taken advantage of. I’d not left the premises but if I had, there was plenty to see and do – on previous visits I had enjoyed the morning walk with Ben and I love seeing all the animals wandering about.

Bich arranged for her trusted driver, Hai, to take us to the clinic and we had a busy day planned before heading home – no time for ice creams or happy hour today!

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At the clinic there was a little confusion as they asked us to go back to Cuba hospital to have another MRI but we couldn’t understand why. I didn’t want to and could see no benefit in doing so, Captain Caveman agreed and we decided to head straight to Tree Hugger for lunch with Des. We had a great time and I even had my first white russian in ages!!! The men had sandwiches and I had the veggie spring rolls for lunch before heading back to find Multi’s recommended physio. We scoped it out and I would bring a translator and book in for some sessions soon but we were running out of time and needed to get back home because Captain Caveman had a party to get to. It was the 9th birthday celebration of Oxalis and there was a small party at Oxalis Home. I was invited but because of the issue of getting there, safely getting about and me not drinking beer or able to do the conga, I politely declined. Instead I managed to order lots of produce from the fruit girl, including our favourite – mangosteens. Captain Caveman came home in a right mess, he was so drunk but had still managed to bring me a curry from Namaste (impressive). Before I could get ready for bed he had fell asleep on the bed, fully clothed and holding on to my foot – he wouldn’t let go. He was going to have a hangover tomorrow.