Category: Travel

Hue culture day

Ever looked at a lego set and wondered how on earth all those tiny, intricate pieces make up the picture on the box? Ok well it’s not so bad because they give you brick by brick instructions but now imagine doing that, without instructions, in a side alley with a little vietnamese chap.

For those who don’t know, the inside of a motorbike engine is very complicated ^{citation needed}. There are hundreds of pieces and it’s not like lego where anything can fit together with anything else. They all have their very specific places and very specific jobs. The mechanic had the bike in pieces in seconds. He took the head off the engine, opened the crankcase, dismantled the clutch, shifter, piston and crank. The guy had so many little pots of parts strewn around him all over the floor of the alley, I am shocked to have the bike back together.

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Hoi An to Hue

So the weather it shit today – so much for you getting bored of my complaining about the heat, I’m getting my karmic payback. We only have a short ride up the coast from Hoi An to Hue – in the rain…

When Top Gear did the route they proclaimed this road the best in Vietnam and now we have to do it in the rain. On the Hoi An side it was clear but quite cool riding the bikes. We ascended into the clouds and soon couldn’t see anything. I am sure the view was spectacular but I only have google images to prove it. As for the road it was really good fun, even in the pissing wet. There was some heated debate in the pub later if this was as good as the road out of Dalat vut that might just have been because we had views? We push as hard as we dared making sure the bike was perpendicular to the road at all times. There was no leaning around corners today and even so we still skidded a bit! The tyres must have been made of the same stuff hotwheels cars are.

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Hoi An old town

I am so happy being officially metrosexual. My man-bag and shoes match and look amazing next to my new shirts and trousers. I have reached the highest level of style in my life yet. I’m not going to sugar coat it; I’m fucking stylish in Vietnam!

It was incredible looking at the handiwork of the tailors. They put together 4 completely custom fitted items in a day. I went back today to try them on and make any adjustments. One of the shirts was perfect, the other just needed the top button moving a cm for my chubby neck. The trousers were well fitted and needed the cuffs widening to allow my rediculous feet to pass through easily. The last shirt turned into a joke.

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Hoi An shopping

Our Canadian sniffed out her fellow countryman in the bar after the floating lanterns. Andrew was a good laugh and a proper drinker and introduced us to an amazing and awfully complicated card game called Kaboo It basically involves remembering 4 cards that are face down and playing them when you can. Ultimately you have to get the lowest points possible except every now and again other players can swap your cards so you don’t know what they are. Needless to say, after a few drinks it got REALLY hard to play!

We sat in a bar across the road where you get as much alcohol as you want for free and you only have to buy the mixer! A hilarious business model! Between 4 of us we got through 3 big bottles of rum and only paid for the cokes. Altogether we spent 260,000 Dong – PMSL – which is about £12!! It was all gone in about 2 hours, mostly because of Canadian drinking games, and we were drunk and done by midnight. Waking up after that heavy night, I was surprisingly fine. We broke Camilla, but Mike and I felt great and good to go!

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Ngoc Hoi to Hoi An

The reason we are racing to Hoi An is because someone in Dalat told us there is a sky lantern festival tonight. Not sure about anything more than that, should probably ask someone.. Right now I’m just by the pool in the hostel. It was another really hot day (complaining about the heat must be getting boring to read when it’s 10°C in England #sorrynotsorry) as soon as we got here we jumped straight in.

It’s like your brain is melting inside you after a while. We started right up in the mountains and spent all day bombing around mountain passes. As we descended into the valley it got hotter and hotter and more and more humid. I took my shirt off at the end of the ride and it was brown with dirt and grime, it should have been white. I swear when it landed on the floor it tried to scurry into a dark corner. I had to lock it up in a washbag to prevent it escaping!

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Buon Ma Thuot to Ngoc Hoi

Ever played the game – Teng? Its a new game we invented where you have to find the cashpoint with cash in it and your card only allows 3 transactions a day. Re-stocking their machines seems to be a monthly thing and everyone is frustrated about it. Especially me as im now down to my last 100,000 Dong (snigger) about £3, such a wierd currency!

Im gunna say it – Over the last few days we have experienced what sitting on a vibrating park bench would be like for 5 hours. This park bench had some particularly good views but my arse is in tatters. The prospect of riding another 250km today on it is unpleasant. However, if we want to get to Hoian for the light festival we have to power through. I’m thinking of investing in a plush seat to sooth my complaining bottom.

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Nah Trang to Buon Ma Thout

The wheels on the bike go round and round.. All day long… All day long from Latrang to Boun Ma Thuot. This was a long hot day.

The main road out was Boring© so we split off and into the heart of rural Vietnam. The road passed little villages and loads of rice fields. The locals use the road as a nice hot flat surface to dry the rice in the sun. It works really well but you get all the worlds vehicles fumes doseing them so I’m not sure how clean/healthy.

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Dalat to Nha Trang

Do we go to Nha Trang or not? There were mixed reviews coming from all the travellers we met. Some said it was the best night out ever, others said it was a scummy city with not much going on. In the end the map decided it for us when we zoomed in and found the twistiest road iv ever seen. That sold it to us and then someone reccomended a hostel so we were sorted.

It was a long hot slog out of Dalat passing millions of poly-tunnels. The city is the vietnamese favorite holiday destination in the mountains. It must be a thousand meters or so up and it noticably cooler, helped by the whole town being built around a massive lake. Im not sure if its natural or damed up but its a really lovely place to walk. Its also the city of love and has a massive flower production industry all grown in poly-tunnels.

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Dalat canyoning

So… Canyoning is what we were in Dalat for. Yes that’s what was in the news recently, hence I’m writing this blog 2 days behind what we are actually doing (its got nothing to do with not being able to keep up with how much is going on)

I’ll put your mind at rest; the company that took us canyoning were really professional. They knew their clove hitches from their garlic cloves. All the gear was in good condition and rated well by known brands. It was a properly safe experience, well, as safe as abseiling down waterfalls and jumping 10m into rock pools can get!

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Mui Ne to Dalat

OMG its 0430am!!! What even is this, where am I?! Why the hell would we get up this early?! Well actually why would I get up this early… The girls bailed and Mike was about as easy to raise as Trumps election campaign funds in the Syrian cuds.

I was awake now and they sunrise would be good so sod it, sleep when you’re dead. I found a comfy spot on some recliners on the beach with a bunch of passed out stoners. They must have slept there after their party because the music was still going. It was surreal to be so sleep deprived, getting whiffs of weed listening to acoustic guitar chill out music watching the sun slowly peek over the horizon.

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