Coco Happy Farm – Rustic Farmstay in Ben Tre, Mekong Delta | Free Bike Tour & Seasonal Fruits
When you sip fresh coconut water at our farm, you’re tasting more than fruit — you’re tasting four generations of memories.
I was born on this land, just like my father, and his father before him. Our roots run deep into the coconut trees that surround us. This is not a resort. This is our home.
Let me tell you a story.
My great-great-grandfather was once a poor tenant farmer during French colonial rule. For political reasons, he was exiled to a prison colony — most likely Devil’s Island, part of the French Guiana penal system known as Bagne de Cayenne.
There, he endured forced labor. But the story passed down in our family is this: he once discovered a precious stone, hid it, and brought it home after his sentence ended.
Whether myth or memory, that stone helped him buy the land we now live on.
My parents had four children. After the war, there was no money, no machines — just hands and willpower.
We farmed everything ourselves. My father and brothers planted and watered trees. My mother cooked, carried, and never complained. And when the coconuts were ready — the hardest part began.
In the Mekong, we don’t “pick” coconuts — we “giựt dừa”, or pull them down with a long bamboo pole.
My father would stand for hours under the sun, poking at high fruit. My mother, strong and silent, balanced heavy baskets on a bamboo yoke, walking narrow dirt paths with mud on her feet.
Us kids? We used a wooden spear (cây chỉa) to fish coconuts out of the canals. The work was messy. The trees tall. But we laughed — and we grew up strong.
Here in Ben Tre, coconuts are not just a crop. They are life.
We drink them, cook with them, build from them, make candy, oil, salt scrubs, brooms, and even fuel. No part is wasted. And no day goes by without someone reaching for one.
Today, we still live on this land. But now, we welcome guests from all over the world to join us.
You can help feed our goats. Crack open a coconut. Sleep in a quiet cabin among the trees. Or just sit with us under the moon, drinking juice from the very trees our ancestors planted.
We don’t offer luxury. But we offer something harder to find — a life that’s real.
If you come to Coco Happy Farm, know that you’re not just booking a stay.
You’re stepping into a story that began generations ago, written in mud, sweat, laughter, and coconut water.
Welcome to our home. We can’t wait to share it with you.