So, we've been away from Vietnam for a couple of months now, but there's a lot we never wrote about. Here is one such amazing tidbit...
Today I will write of a legendary discovery. The founding of a location that will forever be remembered with reverence in the annuls of history for the Da Nang Super Friends Group. The place I speak of is known as "The Secret Beach". In the whispered tall-tales shared in
Nang taverns, you might hear of it. An idyllic
paradise populated by merfolk and wish-granting porpoises. The tales you hear are... a bit exaggerated,
but the place is epic nonetheless.
Here's how we found it.
On one of our standard Sunday motorbike rides to
, Risa and I
caught a glimpse of what looked to be a beautiful, unspoiled beach lying in a
small cove on the eastern slope of the mountain. The road was separated by the beach by
several hundred meters of densely forested mountain slope and there seemed to
be no way to get to it. It soon left our
minds as we continued our drive... but not completely. The next time we went to Son Tra, I (Mike)
was determined to explore some of the untried roads on the mountain to see if
we could come closer to the elusive beach.
We tried many roads - all of which either went the wrong way, or came to
dead-ends. We began to drive home,
discouraged. That is, until we ran into
an American guy who was exploring the mountain himself and had also pondered
the problem of reaching that very same beach!
We decided to look together. Son Tra
I suggested that we try one particular road that appeared to have ended in a dead end, but that I thought we hadn't given a fair try. So, we proceeded to said road. At the end, we did indeed find a dead end, however, it was a dead end with a fair number of motorbikes parked at it. This piqued our interest, and we climbed off our bikes to investigate. There was a small house with some Vietnamese dudes (and a good number of dogs - all well-behaved, thank goodness) at the end of the road where the bikes were parked. With a short game of communication-charades and some poorly pronounced Vietnamese basics, we were able to determine that we could walk down a small path in the forest nearby to "go swimming". We were pumped, and we went to check it out.
The path was narrow and steep but not unmanageable, and at the end... the treasured beach opened before us in all its glory! Rocky outcroppings on either side, creating a crescent cove with a small section of sandy beach in the middle, and plenty of shaded areas under the nearby jungle. It was better than I had imagined... and worse at the same time.
On one hand, it was absolutely gorgeous. A paradise not unlike what you might see in a pirate movie. Plentiful sealife - including sea-urchins, sea-slugs, fish, hermit crabs, and starfish. Rocks jutting out of the water to climb on and even jump off of. Interesting shells and bits of coral everywhere to occupy hours of scavenging.
On the other hand... it wasn't as "secret" as its name suggests. The place was obviously frequented often by the Vietnamese - a fact which was painfully obvious by the fact that some of the more prime shaded areas were spotted with garbage and the remains of picnics. Nothing hurt my soul more than seeing all the trash that the Vietnamese had left behind on this paradise, but... I realize that the culture doesn't have the same values as ours (for the most part). Outdoor recreation, as well as environmentalism, are very new to their culture.
Soon enough we brought our friends there and it became a favorite place for all. We also started a tradition of gathering up as much trash as we could each time we visited, and carting it to the top where the Vietnamese guys who watched the bikes would take it off our hands.
Pardon me if I wax philosophical for a moment, but I really must express how I feel about this place. In the end, I can't really express why it became so important to me. We swam, we gathered shells, we played with hermit crabs... but it was more than that. The place took on special significance because we FOUND it. We hunted it out and found our own little secret paradise - and a paradise it was. We did our best to improve it and protect it, and I think we were all benefitted thereby. Even now, I wear a bracelet that bears one of the pieces of coral found on the beach. Risa made it - it's wonderful. Every time I look at it, I long for the sun - the sound of waves - the sand under my toes - and the discovery of secret beauty.
Sadly - I don't think it will be there when we eventually visit
again. The last time we visited the
secret beach, we met a Vietnamese man who said he owned the place and was
planning to turn it into a private camping getaway. It would be the perfect place for that. Anyway - I'm just glad we got to enjoy a
piece of it while it was still available!
I get the feeling that places like that in the world are in short
supply, and we were lucky to find one.