What do you do when......

 you have just moved into your apartment in a foreign country and the running water disappears for 3 days??

Go to the swim pool!

There are a couple of pools nearby that we can choose from. Our apartment, unfortunately, does not have one. We hope not to live in daily regret of that for the next two years.

This one has become my personal favorite. It is an older facility (our first experience with pit toilets, for example), but quieter. This picture may not do it justice, but the white part of the pool that you can see below is white sand. That portion of the pool is quite shallow, but the bottom is covered in thick, soft, white sand. Hence the name, Sandy Bottom Pool. The pool is part of the Phu My Hung golf club. It is surrounded by palm trees, lounge chairs and generous seating areas. If you spend significant time there and get hungry, you can even order pool-side meals, as we did yesterday. Entrance fee to the pool is less than the other pool, but we found the food to be at golf club prices.

The pool is a good place to make acquaintances. We hadn't been there 5 minutes when a chubby boy cannonballed into the pool near us, barely popping up for breath before asking the children's names. Later in the day, Asher was being taught the game of water polo by a Korean man and his two sons while Elia and I played "peeksie" with a small boy, reminding us of and making us miss our small friend, Kanu.

Today, there is still no water and we are feeling the pains of yesterday's inadequate sunscreen. 

And we were wet, gloriously wet and surrounded by water all day.