We've come a
long way, Ha Noi looks to be within the reach of a grasp and our
travel would have come to an end. That just wouldn't do, the country
might be done with us but we're not yet done with the country, but
before the expedition continued we just wanted a short break from the
dreadful climate of Highway 1.
We can already look back at some
spectacular climates and environments. The changes we've been forced
to deal with on a daily basis have been drastic and they have all
provided certain flavors to the trip. From frantically avoiding
accidents in the swarming traffic of Ho Chi Minh, up on the bumpy
and/or twirling roads in Bao Loc and Da Lat, making our way through
the clouds and down the beautiful scenery to the coast in Nha Trang,
getting lost in tiny city slums, holding on for dear life on a raging
highway, through rain and storm, sunlight and smog, we already feel
like we've made it all the way.
That's why we treated ourselves with
another break on the beachfront, where I could have a romantic ride
with Becky. What a magnificent creation she's been during this time.
We've taken every mile together, we growled in harmony as we twisted
along the mountains and I sang for her as we cruised along the
highway. It's uncertain whether she understands Swedish hip-hop but
I'm sure the feeling went through the language barrier. Such a warm
and understand soul she has, but I've also been burned. A few scorch marks cover my inner calves and it's first now that some of them are
starting to heal.
We soon got tired of the beach, as so
often before, and left. Bugs and encrypted food lists might have
played a part, but we could feel that the bikes wanted to continue.
I'm struggling to recall a single day we haven't taken them for a
spin. Parting in Ha Noi will be difficult.
//Nisse
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