So we piled in the car and headed off to a tiny town in the north of the island called Rach Vem in search of our sea freedom, it took us about 40 minutes from Duong Dong town and we were there.
Rach Vem is as rural as a beach-side village could be, dusty paths with locals playing cards wherever they could find shade and chickens pecking away in search of something nourishing, not much going on really and we absolutely loved it.
We navigated our way along a narrow path, thru some sort of doorway with corrugated iron hanging down looked a bit dodgy and emerged in the warming sunlight on the other side to make our way along a rickety pier for about 100 or so meters.