I'm Anita Boredaint

This is the life of a former alcohol loving fat girl who never left Brooklyn transformed into a health-conscious world traveler... who still loves alcohol and keeps Brooklyn as her home base. My goal in life is to be the Black, Female version of Anthony Bourdain.

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Project Walk-In Closet begins!!
It’s about to look like Bloomingdale’s in my place.

Sunset in Tel Aviv

Nike Pro Bra Pop Up in NYC. Champagne, Clothes, and Kale Juice. 

Picked up a Single-ladies style piece too. No idea what to wear it for, but it looks hot. 

The next morning, we started a few steps from my hotel and behind the night market. We visited the nearby Buddhist temples near the mouth of the Duong Dong river including the Cua temple at the Dinh Cau Rock. This temple is a dedication to the goddess of the sea. All the fisherman stop here prior to their journeys. We climbed rocks and watched as fisherman reeled in their catch of the morning.

Next was a visit to a plantation which grows Phu Quoc’s other biggest export aside from fish sauce—black pepper. The plants were high and the taste was something fresher than I’ve had anywhere.

 

After a few black pepper purchases, we toured the Hung Long Tu or Su Muon Pagoda. It was a bit of a hike uphill to the pagoda, and once you reached, you’re greeted by a big Buddha statue surrounded by children.

 

You follow the paths and visit the numerous temples around the property as well as all the natural beauty it’s encased in.

Reaching the top you get amazing views of Phu Quoc.

 Upon leaving this sanctuary, the monks provided us fresh fruit grown on the land including papaya and longan.

This was a great snack just before our trek through the beautiful Tranh Stream.

The water flowing over the rocks created these peaceful sounds that you wish you can just capture.

This trek was my last adventure in Phu Quoc, an Island I’m glad I was able to see before the tourists take over. 

A tribute banner to Vittorio Arrigoni I saw during my recent visit to Beit Sahour, Palestine. 

Misty Copeland in wide second on releve for her Under Armour campaign

Amazing!

Date night at Blue Ribbon Sushi Izakaya. Had to give myself a cheat day.

The next day I woke up in Phu Quoc to torrential rains. But my hope was things would clear up later so that I could hit the beach.

Phu Quoc is an island off the coast of Cambodia that is now owned by Vietnam. It is said to be what Phuket used to be. The main visitors are mainland Vietnamese who use it as their vacation locale. The only access to the island used to be by boat from the main land, but within the past year, they built an airport for flights from Can Tho. Within a year, the airport would open up flights from other areas of Vietnam. They plan to eventually open it up to international flights. Because of the limited access, the island is fairly remote but expanding quickly with resorts breaking ground at every turn. 

This morning I jumped on a tour of the island. The tour consisted of me, the only English speaker, 5 Vietnamese, and 1 French woman who was married to on of the Vietnamese. The first stop was the Phu Quoc Pearl farm.  Phu quoc is also known as “Pearl Island” due the abundance of pearls created in their waters. The pearls from Phu Quoc are more lustrous than those grown in the fresh waters of China which makes them more expensive and sought after. The majority of pearls sold  across Vietnam are Chinese, so a Phu Quoc pearl is a rare find unless you buy direct from an island farm.

After the Pearl farm, we stopped at Coconut Tree, the Phu Quoc Jail. This place was opened by the French during their colonization period in the mid 1900’s holding political prisoners. During the Vietnam war, the US kept the jail in use and expanded it. Walking through this place and seeing the torture instruments, and hearing what these men and woman had to endure was truly hard to imagine. It was almost unreal. The visual is needed.

 

After the Coconut Tree tour, we hit a Phu Quoc Fish Sauce plant where the smell was so over powering, a stop to see the official Phu Quoc dog, and taste of Simson wine—a wine made from the sim fruit.

It was a long day out, so it’s time to stop at the hotel so I can take in another sunset.

Once it’s done, a small group of us head out to a grand Vietnamese dinner that was a whole lot of amazing.

Once dinner is done, I take a walk through the touristy night market which was honestly nothing to see. There may be more when more tourists come. So I head back to my hotel which is walking distance…but as I walk back I got stopped in my tracks by the voice of Diana King and “Shy Guy” blasted from a speaker. I look up and it’s my new favorite bar. I sit and grab a drink…or 3…at once and sit a sip these extremely strong suckers.

While I sat I was invited by a couple of French guys, one younger in his 20’s and the other white haired and older, to join them at their table. Turns out the younger guy is the bar’s owner and the older is his French father. The dad was the only to speak English so he chatted me up a lot until their friends/loyal customers joined us. A couple of older French guys cruising the island on motorcycles. We sat, laughed, and drank until the drinks really hit me and I had to make my way back to my hotel to end the night. 

The next morning I throw on my clothes, grab my things and head out if the hotel at 7:15am. It’s time to meet up with the rest of the crew for a morning of more floating.

I see the Czech and the Middle Easterner from Dubai. I asked him how was his night and you would have though I asked him for the audio version of chapter 3 in his autobiography. “It all started in a dark hotel room…” To sum it up, he hated his ant infested hotel room and he drowned his sorrows in tons of shots at a neighborhood bar.

We hop on the boat to the Cai Rang Floating Market which is only open in the early morning hours. It’s me and the Czech guy partnering up in the back. We take in the sites along the way. The shacks that many call home along the river. See people making their living barefoot on their small rickety boats.

Eventually we pull up to what looks like a floating wholesale warehouse. Boats still rickety, but stacked with pineapples, coconuts, and exotic fruits. Then without warning, we have a smaller motorboat a lasso our boat like we were cattle and hook on. They start trying to sell us everything from coffee, to noodles, to fruits on a stick. So many make their living just from selling to the tourists and the workers who float along the delta.

At the end of the tour we stopped at a family run rice farm and watched as they made rice paper and rice noodles using traditional equipment. We followed this stop by a last stop at a rice production plant. This plant delivers rice all over asia including basmati rice to India.

Ok, delta tour is done. It’s time for me to catch a flight Phu Quoc, the fairly remote island off the coast of Cambodia, but owned by Vietnam. We drive to the desolate Can Tho airport and I’m the first person there. Clearly there’s only 1 plane going out. When it’s time to board the flight, I notice it’s mostly mainland Vietnamese traveling save a few Europeans.  That intrigued me. 

It takes about 35 minutes to get to the island, then we hop on a taxi to the Saigon Phu Quoc resort. They upgrade me to a bungalow, I walk along the beach, sit on a swing and reflect on the start of my trip as well as the closing chapter of my 30th year as I watch the sun set into the sea.

The waters of Phaselis in Antalya, Turkey #tbt