Before nine we were on the bikes again, back on the roads.The sun was beaming and strange tan marks began to form on my thighs.We stopped here and there at monuments for the war fatalities, and on a narrow road inside a jungle. Quan showed us a small rough fruit you can eat its soft inside and said … More 70 Kilometers on the Road to Hồ Chí Minh
We got up at seven-thirty, got dressed and went downstairs for a hot coffee and bread with butter at the lobby.I looked at the town, that on daytime seemed different – a main road, a square, small houses. Next to us sat the blonde who traveled alone and had coffee with her guide, and I … More Down, Down, Down
If the strong tasty coffee we had at the hotel didn’t wake me up, the motorcycle’s growls on the rugged road and the wind on my face sure did.After about thirty minutes of driving out of town, we stopped at a rose farm, where we got off the bikes and Nip told us about his … More A Chautauqua About Elephants Falling
I walked alone and listened to music, and tried to find the Crazy House – a place I saw marked on the map they gave us at the hotel but didn’t really know what it was.I found the place after looking for it for a long time in a maze of small streets and alleys.At … More Taking Off, Again
After breakfast, we checked out and sat outside with our backpacks and had coffee.The Easy Riders showed up – Mister Lam, with flames painted on the front of his heavy motorcycle, and Yen, with a big red motorcycle.They began loading our bags on their bikes as Quoc and his wife Giang were also getting ready … More A Journey to Đà Lạt
After two days, we began to feel strange at Sapa. I downloaded Trip Advisor and read some reviews about the hotel we stayed at, with creepy stories about the tall man with the yellow teeth in the reception. Additionally, we shared a porch with the neighboring room, where some noisy locals stayed and got drunk … More Mountains & Markets
On the morning of the trip, we got up early, packed everything and had coffee at the hotel’s lobby. One of the hotel’s workers, a woman with a narrow face, made us sandwiches for the ride and packed them, and then waited with us. The bus to the North arrived, and we began making our … More The Witches of Sapa
