We're leaving the luxury of the Sailing Club behind. And it has been luxurious. We've been waited on hand and foot, eaten royally, played billiards, soaked in the pool, swam in the warm surf of the South China Sea, and been massaged in a private hut with white flowing curtains blown by the sea breeze.
We're off to Nha Trang by bus. A five hour ride virtually devoid of luxury as we've come to expect it.
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the view of a west coast double income no kids kind of guy
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