In the morning we got up, and rolled out. Not much to tell, anyway. Mountains again, everything unhurried again.
Vietnam 5 - Cycling
View from the hotel window
This is probably the guests having a meal
A hotel worker
Another one, feeling shy
The inevitable canopy
View in one direction
And in the other
So that's our hotel
Had breakfast at the familiar local joint
There's a goat right by the diner's entrance, nobody's surprised
Inside there's a kiddo, but nobody gives a damn
A town sign, the name's on there too, in case anyone goes
Danger!
Views
One tough cow
The roads too
Muck
The usual attitude of the locals, everything is wonderful and amazing
Watch out for mosquitoes!
Bottled green tea is sold everywhere, this specific one is so-so
That's me in a helmet from Rimi and an Austrian flag-colored headband, for lack of a Latvian one
The Americans never stood a chance in these mountain thickets from the get-go, and this isn't even the jungle
Monotonous in places
Not in others
Everything for downhill fans
And for mere mortals
The best specimen of a terrace I've got
Building a road, digging quite a bit
The Daugava doesn't even come close!
This is herbal tea, an acquired taste. I am a fan.
Dropped by an eatery to grab a bite
One of them is named Huong; which one, and how it's pronounced, I don't remember
Like I said, the Daugava's got nothing on this
This specific green tea is good (as good as a drink with sugar and preservatives can be)
An excellent boat
These are the kinds of views I went to Vietnam for
Everyone eats vegetables here, all the time
Seafood too
I just love it when there's such a cute railway crossing right in the middle of town
I really love railways in general, simple as that.
Motorbikes and people everywhere
He approves of our voyage
Those who don't have a motorbike have to harness up themselves
Another standard house, although a very big one
A serpentine or just a mountain road again
Drove up to the peak
It was nice here. First, we were treated to some pink herbal tea. Second, they told us it was all downhill from here, meaning we were at the pass. Unfortunately, it was already getting dark, which didn't inspire much joy.
The dude showed us that the tea I'm drinking is made from wood (there's a photo below)
Resting
This is the wood the tea is made of (it's cold, tastes so-so, but that's because it's unsweetened)
Here it is, the tea
Everyone's toking from bongs
Unfortunately, we made it to town already in the dark, on a bad road with potholes and mud, as well as with not-so-great lighting (except for me). For the umpteenth time, I'm convinced that you absolutely must have a headlight on trips like this, and a taillight too.
Things got funny with the hotel. Luckily, despite the late hour, there were still people out on the street. We just used hand gestures to show them what we needed, to which they pointed down the road. That's how we made it to the hotel. It was open, the lights were on inside, but no one was there, and the front door was locked. We had to call the number written in big digits on the sign. The person on the other end didn't speak English, but understood enough.
Why did they understand? Because I was calling the opposite side of the street. I figured I should go ask over there first, but for some reason I decided to call. Anyway, the guy came running over quickly, found the receptionist after a while, who then let us in and explained the entrance was on the side. I don't remember the price for the hotel, but they're roughly the same everywhere. You can haggle, but if you're fine with the price, there's no need. I consider anything under 10 bucks for a room to be a godsend, no point starting a debate over it.
Next to the thermos is a micro-trashcan, a rare sight
Bed canopies are a sign of quality!
A boiler, of course
The bathroom is large, the shower doesn't flood the toilet paper, a rarity
The toilet
There were two big (huge, 8 cm long) cockroaches in the bathroom, dead ones. I'm not gonna show you a photo, I'm scared of bugs myself.
We also found a place to eat, though not right away
Plenty of variety, though. The greens are shared
The meat is separate
A mountain of rice (I don't remember, but I think everyone gets their own mountain)
Exotic in a way - pork rinds, from the ears probably
Dipping it in sauce
Tomatoes are dipped too, in a special spicy sauce
The waiter (or maybe the owner-cook rolled into one) named Lam
Stuffing your belly, as usual, costs somewhere around 3-4 bucks per person. There's no English menu, so you have to point fingers at other people's tables. No need to be shy, nobody cares, just smile a lot and fake a look of struggling to understand on your face.