We have been banished to a four star hotel on a rain forest clad island only 3 km from the coast of Cambodia.
A handful of guests take up afternoon position on the blue painted reclining chairs. The sound of two fat Russian ladies mingles with the chat of the overstaffed lifeguard facility. A warm onshore breeze rustles the fronds of the coconut palms as the waves break on the near perfect white sand, this must be like those trips that people win...
"Since I met you life's just been one long holiday" I remark to Isabelle whilst munching another handful of cashews. "It just doesn't make any sense though does it? Those guys out there on those fishing boats, I bet they all work harder than me and only make threepence-a-day..."
It's all just down to the whim of fortune.
Coincidentally fortune took rather a nasty turn here on Phuquoc for Isabelle's dad four or five years ago, after a meal consisting of oysters and other raw shellfish.
Some rare parasite decided to set up home in his heart and lungs. There followed three years of serious illness together with a whole battery of drug therapies until the all-clear could eventually given.
Phuquoc can also offer visitors a bout of Malaria courtesy of the Anopheles mosquito.
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You seem to life in an alternative version of Alice in Wonderland, the difference merely being chimney linings instead of rabbit holes. Who would have thought that first chimney would lead to 4 star Phuquoc. Or is it all down to Isabelle?
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