"It's just as well we get to swim first before lunch to forget about the prison" says Isabelle above the noise of the surf on another amazing beach of white sand.
If you happened to get on the wrong side of the South Vietnamese government in the 60's you might have also found yourself staying here on Phuquoc, in something less than four star accomodation along with 40,000 others. Needless to say this was the sharp end of a fairly brutal regime.
When lunch is served we have all spent a little too long in the sea, Isabelle for some reason without any sunscreen, is looking a bit like a BBQ'd prawn after less than an hour.
On the way back in the mini-bus my mind keeps dwelling on one particular barbarity, the torture of being put inside a roll of barbed wire in the full glare of the sun for days on end with a periodic dousing in salt water. "Seasoning" the guards called it, the result seems to have been complete loss of skin.
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