Con Son Island or Happiness is a Waste Basket

This island has a gruesome past; from the 19th century, it has been a place where the powers that be, have put their political prisoners. The first 9 decades it was the French, and in the 50's, the South Vietnamese government took over and saw to it that the habits of torture and killings continued. A while later, the US started bringing the Viet Cong and other suspects here. They suffered horrible things and were liberated when the Saigon regime surrendered in 1975.
Where the liberators (now Socialist Republic of Vietnam) holds its political prisoners, I do not know. Probably someplace where less tourism is planned by the government.

It is now our 3rd day here. First one was sunny and hot. On second day, a powerful thunderstorm swept the island, just as we had rented a motorbike. Same today, but with the exception of no pauses to the rain. Still, we toured the island, got soaking wet, went to see the national park, got more wet, and saw a thunderous waterfall (at which point we were already saturated, so didnt get any more wet).
The island has tourists, but not that many of them. So the locals treat us as people, not as source of income. Everyone waves hellos and views us with curiosity.

This is also our last day here. We're flying back to Ho Chi Minh tomorrow morning, and have no further plans as of yet. So now we need to decide whether we continue by plane to Singapore or Kuala Lumpur or by bus or riverboat to Cambodia.

Anyhow, I know we're close to happiness now. Now if I could just understand this message presented by our waste bin...