This farmer spoke some English - Very helpful. A moto driver gave me a lift up out of this valley.
Now the trip got even better. Down hill on the mountain bike through the hills and valleys that I do not even know the name of. I didn’t even have to pedal at times, just zooming down mountains like a kid on a roller coaster for hours. The down hill ended, and I pedaled passed houses in the country. Kids would run out and wave and try and speak some English.
This is a very new road I was on. They were ecstatic to see a tourist. I rode on and on through these towns and past rivers and over bridges. I was exhausted again and it was about 5 pm in the town of Khanh Vinh. I asked and there were no hotels. I looked in the internet café on google earth as of my route to the next big town…15 miles. The locals loved google earth, as I showed them my house in Chicago, and we could kind of find their town. It was starting to get dark.
I finished my coffee, took a picture of some funny kids by my bike, and took off.
Check out the dude in the mirror. Mirrors help with the dangerous curves on the mountain road.
I had to beat the sun. I rode as the sun went down and dusk turned to night. With no lights, I couldn’t see well. I could hear Vietnamese radio and propaganda blasting out of country speakers. No town, no hotel, just me and the Vietnamese countryside…shhiitt. I took out my trusty Panasonic flashlight to help guide me on the road. Finally, a country hotel. I ask if they have rooms, and guess what……this is South East Asia…..of course it is a sex hotel (you can see the picture on travbuddy). Ssssshhhhhiiiiiittttt.
Back on the bike with the flashlight. Finally the town. I ride and ask. No hotel for 6 miles. I am exhausted. The people let me keep my bike in their shop, and have their son moto me to the hotel area. Vietnam ��" what great people. The only hotels that we found in Dien Khanh were sex hotels, so that is where I slept.
The next morning I ride the bike into Nha Trang, take a dip in the South China Sea.
Kids wishing me well on a coffee break.
Who would have thought, the craziest solo thing I do on my travels, and I meet the nicest most hospitable people and have a great experience. The Vietnamese are great - Fuck Jack Kerouac! He was an asshole anyway.
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First hotel I encountered. Aside from the poster, notice the Beijing-2008 puppy dog sheets.
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