Cry Havoc!

'I'm the road warrior!' My voice blasts over the roaring traffic, somewhere in fairly central Saigon. It's still unclear whether it's called Saigon or Ho Chi Minh, but tomorrow that'll be a problem of the past. We've got our bikes, we've seen the museums and we're ready to leave this ant-hill of a city. I imagine we can finally get some peace and quite on the roads heading to Dà Lat.

Our bikes, suitable named Blue Bullet Barbara and Green Goblin Gretchen, works brilliantly. They were sold to us by two jolly good British fellas who'd already rode them here from the north. There was a slight problem finding the funds for the purchase until we learned that only 1 in 18 foreign-exchange shops do exchange both ways. The jolly good fellas preferred the transaction to be carried out in US dollars, but even this road block was soonishly passed.

Since then we've bought flags, because if you're as handsome as we are with our sweaty t-shirts and sandals, then you want to be seen. We've also unsuccessfully searched for a mechanic, lost the keys, bought some key chains and had a few beers. Sitting at the bar we then pondered the fact that we'd withdrawn 12.000.000 today and that this basically had bought us our freedom. Tomorrow we're taking our freedom for a ride!

//Nisse