Vietnam 4 - Cycling Vietnam
The next day we finally started pedaling properly, namely — storming a brutal mountain pass. We rode
65 km, 1400 meters of which was uphill, and it took us 10 hours. I must say we were riding very, very leisurely, taking plenty of breaks and simply stopping for various reasons, like taking photos. As for the latter, I've decided to process the photos after all, but moderately, so as not to bore anyone.
An interesting rock formation
Reminds me of Arizona with the shape of the rock, picturesque
A rock
Dried up terrace, with an irrigation trench on the left
We rode all the way around this beautiful rock, and so we got to admire it for a long time
Goats
Hauling stuff again
They can toil away like this for whole days on end
Grass
We climbed up here
I don't have much to write, except that the road to the pass was at a steep angle, and pedaling was tough for me, even though I'm in pretty good shape. But since we took lots of breaks, it turned out tolerable; without them, it would've been close to the limit of my abilities. However, I practically pedaled the whole time, only walked on foot like once, I think.
The wires are ubiquitous, the hills too
Touristus vulgaris
Here we met some boring tourists (more than once, actually) who rode up the mountain in a minibus, and then just rolled down on their bikes. Sending them rays of contempt.
Even higher, higher!
Burning dry brush, only saw this once
Mountains, mountains
A power plant
The river is packed into a pipe, looks like it. We stopped nearby and had a snack, though we were already running a bit low on water, because there aren't any convenience stores up in these mountains after all. There are people, of course, but we didn't drink unbottled water.
A village on the slope
The road
The river
The river (panorama)
They were staring at us, and we were staring at them. Pretty fertile.
An unpaved road is +100 to picturesqueness
Although there's plenty of beauty all around anyway
The sign is encouraging, we're coasting downhill
One of the incredible and stunning valleys
Of course, when you've been pedaling in hellish heat for half the day, it's hard to enjoy the scenery, but it still stuck in my memory.
A cow
Construction
A cute fence, alternating black and white poles
The barbers here don't sweat the small stuff, just like everyone else
A small town
We were looking for a hotel, and spent a long time explaining ourselves on our fingers to some lady, but she wasn't ready to take in three people. If we had been persistent, we probably would've found a place to crash, but we decided to pedal on to a bigger town, which was supposed to be not far away.
Pedaled on
It's burning
Hills and the road
Here is a sign about children, the figures have a rather weird shape
We arrived in the town when it was already starting to get dark, but we found a hotel without much trouble using shouts of "Hotel" and folded palms by our ears. At the hotel, I haggled a bit, dropping the price from 250 to 210 thousand for two rooms, meaning we paid about 10 dollars for 3 people. A nice surprise was that the rooms were relatively good, with air conditioning.
The toilet is a bit cramped
A fan as a bonus to the AC. A TV, once again.
A canopy, of course
Snacks
From top to bottom: spicy corn à la beer croutons, smoked chicken, and a mysterious snack that's everywhere in the south, but nowhere to be found in Hanoi. Generally, we were advised against buying this stuff: both by Thuy and the kind sellers (who suggested fruit instead, and gestured a stomach ache for the snacks), but I wanted to try some local junk food too. Loved it all, especially the corn and the last thingy in the photo. I bought similar corn in Hanoi, but alas, it was way less spicy. The thing at the bottom of the photo is probably young bamboo, and despite all my efforts, I couldn't find it in Hanoi.
Buddha
Water in the fridge is also 10k.
And this is the water in the eatery
This is what we ordered in the eatery, because we didn't know anything else
In the evening we went from the eatery to the main street to eat; only a couple of eateries were open. It was our first experience dining in such an establishment, but everyone was so hungry that no one minded. I'm not picky, and I've had no stomach issues, so I was ready to go to a place like this a long time ago.
This is Hien (Hien), the cook and owner of the eatery
Hien proudly brought out and showed me a notebook, where, as far as I could decipher, his grades for culinary school or something similar were recorded. The dishes there were quite serious: all sorts of French cuisine, tiramisu, and so on. Apparently, the guy wanted to show that he wasn't born yesterday and knew a thing or two himself, but in the middle of nowhere like this, it's unlikely anyone could appreciate his talents besides us white folks. This is part of the attitude I mentioned earlier: on the one hand, the Vietnamese definitely don't feel like suckers, but on the other hand, we are still a different class to them in a way — white urban Europeans.
Tobacco
As you may remember, I already mentioned how people in a Hanoi teahouse were smoking something out of huge pipes. What it was is hard to tell, but it's logically tobacco, since drugs carry the death penalty. (Though whether it's strictly enforced is another matter). Of course, with Vietnamese friendliness, offering a smoke is like pouring a cup of tea. But I didn't smoke in the eatery, just didn't feel like it somehow; I'm not really a fan of ruining my lungs. Instead, I went looking for an SD card for my camera. This wasn't easy: the Vietnamese don't use cameras, only phones, and no one knows what an SD card looks like. It took some mental effort to realize that I needed to ask for an SD adapter and a microSD card for mobile phones. A card was found quickly, a single 2 GB one and as many 1 GB ones as you want, but it didn't work in the camera through the adapter. Luckily, the seller had a PC and a card reader, so I simply transferred the old photos to the new cards, and popped the old one back into the camera. The 2 GB card cost, I think, 10 bucks, and the 1 GB was 7.5.
Here it is, the coveted pipe
Here is the SD card seller named Cuong
No sooner had I returned to the hotel than the fun was in full swing there
Everyone wanted to take a drag so I would take a picture of them
I didn't need much convincing
Eventually I also gave in to the hype. On the right is the hotel manager named Quyet, his wife was named Thanh
I still don't understand what I smoked
I am generally sure that it's tobacco after all, but it hits your head hard. Apparently, it's all about the massive quantity. It goes away very quickly though, in about 5-10 minutes. The smoking process, by the way, is quite entertaining: first you draw the smoke in, then you blow out a little bit so that the burning ash falls into the bucket of water, and only then can you inhale properly.
Who's stoned? Am I stoned?
Good thing there was tea, to wash it down
Interesting facts: even though the hotel is decent, there are crates of sodas sitting right in the lobby. But the booze is kept behind glass under lock and key. Mosquitoes, by the way, have appeared in this town too, and the girls at the hotel (the manager's kids) were killing them with an electric racket with special effects.
Tell me, experts, is this tobacco?
There's a dandy in a suit
And there's a dude in a hard hat too
He gets the people's choice award in advance. He's wearing a hard hat!
The unsightly side of the tobacco drug industry - the bucket where they throw the ash
Coconut toffees
Coconut toffees are addictive like nothing else. I brought some back for others to try, but devoured them myself, couldn't resist. I'm still sad about it. Interestingly, inside they are first wrapped in white paper, and then in the wrapper on top of that. The paper sticks to the toffee that's melted from the heat, and it's impossible to tear it off. So I just had to eat it with the paper, the temptation was just too great. Only upon arriving in Latvia did I read that this paper is rice paper, meaning it's just a thin layer of rice flour, and therefore perfectly edible.
P.S. If anyone goes to Vietnam, be a pal and bring me a couple of boxes. And bring the spiced bamboo too.