The days after leaving the tranquil idyllic Phu Quoc could not have contrasted more with the lazy days we spent there. Planes, taxis, buses, taxis, boats, taxis, minibuses, cyclos, tuk-tuks and taxis all blur together as we look back at it. With less forward planning that usual (Nicky had decided it was time for some hardcore travelling and refused to consult our lonely planet bible for this section of the trip) we have been more at the mercy of the touts hanging around at the bus stations. Some of the lies have been hilarious such as the guy trying to fill the last places in his battered bus telling us that Mai Linh (a huge transport operation with buses, taxis and minibuses all over SE Asia) had no buses on a given day, or the cyclo
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