The next day we rode 86 km in 9 and a half hours. Decent, considering it was through the mountains. But we totally could have done more; luckily, we didn't have to. The elevation gain according to GPS was 1500 meters.
Vietnam 6 - Cycling
Tea and a thermos are common, but the micro-trash can is only found in hotels
Grilles on the windows, even though it's not the first floor
You could get some work done, too. The room is a two-room suite, by the way, although there's only one bed — a double
Outside
Way outside
For breakfast, pho bo and pea shoots, very tasty
This is Pho Bo, in case anyone forgot
Don't even need a car, got an umbrella
Curious sign
The tiles in Vietnam are really beautiful, I became a fan
Zig-zag
Greenery, fog, wet, it started raining
This is the promised classic sign with bridge data
And this is a motorbike bridge. Pretty intense, huh?
A boom barrier for some reason, maybe a toll road. Saw this only once, they raised it for us and didn't make us stop.
The geese are watching closely
Auntie picking cucumbers from the trees
Just like we do with apples
Making plywood
Countless little rivers
Another interesting sign, rarely seen
I think this is a banana tree
Poles and swamps are everywhere
"The pig lives here," some Vietnamese guy told me later after looking at this photo. "Pig is tasty," another one said
Maybe this is a mango tree. Or maybe not
A luxury-class hut and its satellites
I'd live here
French folks on motorbikes
I have to say, during our bicycle journey, we hadn't seen any European faces at all. These were the first we met in several days, not counting the bike wimps in the minibus. Their motorbike broke down, so they're fixing it. We also saw some character on a folding bike, mad respect to him.
There's no way people like this wouldn't drive the Americans out
Bridge, dog
A crapper with a view of the rice terraces, very nice. You take a shit and admire nature
Did you think there'd be nothing else interesting in this post? You're mistaken. By popular demand, here is the most shocking and terrible food I ingested in Vietnam, and pretty much the most intense and creepy experience of the trip.
For those who haven't heard, can you guess what this is?
That's right, it's a boiled duck embryo
Using a dictionary, I translated it as "eggs, duck, wash inside out." After consuming four of these eggs, I almost turned inside out myself. Later I asked the locals if they actually eat this and even like it. And I ate it too, except I gave the most unappetizing parts to the dog in the photo below.
The hostess named Tam (Tam) and the doggie who helped me eat the eggs
The lady tried to explain to me for a very long time that I shouldn't order what I had ordered, but I'm a stubborn psycho. I regret nothing. I won't mess with your nerves anymore.
This is Tamarind, a type of tree
Of course, it's "nectar," not juice, meaning a drink with sugar and enhancers. The taste is interesting, but too intense — you wouldn't drink it often, and it's too sweet. I have a suspicion that the tea from the last post was actually made of Tamarind, but you can only tell that by the color of the wood, not by the taste.
Muck
This is also a rare case where we saw doggies meant for food
I knew they eat dogs in Asia, but I'd only read about Korea, where they eat a specific breed. As it turns out, in Vietnam they eat them all. Every Vietnamese person I asked said that dogs are tasty. I didn't eat a dog, but I would have tried it if the opportunity had come up. You can write letters to the UN if you don't like it. Believing that dogs are better than pigs, cows, rabbits, horses, and deer is, in my opinion, a double standard, hypocrisy, and a sick mentality. If you don't eat meat at all, or at least don't eat mammals, that I can still understand, but singling out dogs from other animals just because they're pets to you and not food is Western cultural fascism and narrow-mindedness.
Prepping plywood
Plywood paradise
Burning the scraps
Craters of Mordor
The tables are beautiful too, even in the huts
A curious bridge
We came across this hotel near the end of the route, but we had already set our sights on the city
They ride three to a motorbike, too
Schoolkids
An extremely rare case — the toilet is marked, and even Western-style, as WC
Hauling a goat
Tired me
Another extremely rare case — something resembling a trash can
Canned coffee, a la USA. Coffee without milk, on the strong side
Vietnamese unfinished megaliths
Me again
View from the megalith
Only three categories of buildings look this decent in Vietnam: schools, party buildings, and hotels
I'd live here!
Stopped at the first hotel we came across
The hotel had a Kärcher, so the bikes got washed
It's fancy inside, though the hotel is also pricier than usual
There are even live fish under the statues
Lobby
The ever-present tea
At the hotel that evening, I had a very long and detailed conversation with a staff member, a nice guy named Khuong. This is the only name the locals didn't understand when I pronounced it to them. I think he was also 28 years old, but he was a whole 20 cm shorter than me, which he joked about a couple of times. I spent a long time spinning yarns about Latvia to him, showing him photos on my iPhone, and asking him about Vietnam. He spoke fine, but with a brutal accent. I don't know how much of my stories he understood, since I also speak with a brutal accent, just a Russian one. Khuong said the city behind the hotel had a population of a million, but Wikipedia is highly skeptical about that. What else we talked about, you'll find out in the next post.