What were Cuong and I talking about? (By the way, when the aunt needed to find him, she yelled "Cuongyaaa", almost like in Russian). About how the road ahead was getting way too overloaded with traffic, and that it wouldn't be a bad idea for us to catch a bus instead of pedaling through exhaust fumes and dust. Cuong promised to arrange everything, called the bus company, then called the bus itself, and agreed that they would pick us up along with our bikes right from the hotel. Now that's service! Things get sorted out in a really pleasant way in Vietnam. The bus to Hanoi took about 5 hours, quite a lot. The decision not to ride on our own power was the right one — the road is just too packed with vehicles and honking.
Vietnam 7 - Bus to Hanoi
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We had to wait a long time for the bus. By the way, I forgot to mention that we had potatoes for dinner at the hotel! Such touching care for Western tourists. The potatoes were tasty, and the whole dinner in general was too. The bus arrived
So the cycling part of our journey was already over. That's kinda sad, overall, but that's how it turned out.
As for the hotel, it had many buildings and a huge garden on the hills, with paths, steps, gazebos, fish, and statues. Everything as it should be.