The shifting sands of Mui Ne
When city folk arrive at the beach, it’s usually with an audible sigh of relief. Thank heavens for the beach, you say. After four years working in Mui Ne Glenn McVeigh admits sometimes he feels the same way when he gets to the city. Life can be quiet here, but that suits him just fine.
“I first came to Vietnam 10 years ago with the intention of choosing either Saigon or Hanoi to return to live, but my underlying goal was to then find a job at the beach, which in those days were very limited,” he explains. “Then nearly four years ago, I received a call from a friend in Hanoi saying there was a job opportunity in Mui Ne, and here I am.”
Sitting in White Sands Resort’s beach bar, sipping a cold Larue beer and overlooking the gorgeous bay in the sunshine, I can’t say I blame him.
When McVeigh first arrived in Mui Ne it was a quiet, sleepy little place. Then there were a smattering of resorts, a couple of restaurants and shops; there were plenty of vacant blocks, which were home to grazing cows and grass huts. There were no street lights, sidewalks or taxi companies.
