| 16 ° 28 'N, 107 ° 35' E 1 May 2010, 16:26 It worked ... the mopeds (Vince and Siam) were sold.
We have not done so much yesterday, I got a bit hung bed because Michael was not feeling great and with Sylvia to have been the citadel. In the evening we enjoy eating and have been a little on the balcony gechilled. It's incredible how tired we both are, so we do it wonderfully easy. Today was the intention to sell motorcycles. The lady at the reception we got the street where most motorbike shops (it is called here a motorbike) sat. We go there on our motorcycles. We were very telerugesteld because the Saigonese plates was the highest offer we received 3.5 million dong (175 dollars). We had just hoped that in a larger city would be easier for them for a good price to sell ...
Because the motor bikes were dirty, we wash and get them to go to the battery to watch Michael, unfortunately, there is not really improved. The idea was to then somewhere in a tourist street in a pub to sit down with the mopeds at the door with notes on it. But we had no paper. Seeking paper we were talking to a girl that NL had friends that she might want to buy. We had thought to ask $ 450 for both (in Saigon, we had them for $ 420 may sell back). They ranted far as they would drive to Saigon and they could sell them there too. We had already mentioned the price, so could not suddenly go up.
The men had never ridden a moped and found it as exciting as we two weeks ago. Eventually we agreed to have dinner together so we could wave Sylvia for a while. We are now just got back from dinner, it was very nice and we thus have $ 450 for it. We were afraid we would get paid in dong (which itself is very logical), and were pleasantly surprised with the dollars because we can share in all countries. The autonomy and flexibility we are now the motorcycles sold are lost but also the responsibility and that is what is so nice. Tomorrow another day relaxing in a bus to Hue and Savanhakhet (Laos) books and then we go on the road. What we're lucky ass! juutsel | Tags: moped , hue , sold
Posted in Hue | No Comments » 16 ° 28 'N, 107 ° 35' E 29 April 2010, 16:57  Dear family, friends and other readers, Today is my birthday and although I am so far from home was great so many sweet sms messages, donations, e-cards and messages to receive. So heartwarming that you sympathize and thinking. It's still a bit strange to your birthday abroad to celebrate. One way or another it does not feel real. In the Netherlands I usually lucky that my birthday with a big party ends (Queen's). Tomorrow is a national holiday here. It is 35 years since the south was liberated. Which means that they also freed become communist and have lost the war. No idea how they were going to celebrate but we will notice it. First of all, I was also spoiled with two pairs of new earrings, elegant and self-chosen but simpel.Verder we drove back from Dong Ha to Hue. It was about 70 miles so we were there at half past eleven. It's a bigger city with more motorcycles decent chance to sell.
The last time in Hoi An, we met a nice Dutch girl (psychologist, makes us really think of Michelle). He had already booked a hotel for us so we could check in immediately. We are three of us on motorcycles to a beach in the buuurt driven, it was deserted and quiet. So we floated in the sea and equipped. As a birthday dinner we went to an Italian, was unfortunately not tortolinni where they had but I enjoyed a cocktail and spaghetti carbonara. Where a man can desire to after too much rice  .
It is now almost ten o'clock local time and we are both exhausted. Michael's not feeling well and is addicted to his current book. Onaanspreekbaar so ... but it's relaxing. For you there, I hope you may have a great Queensday (I understand that there are a lot of speculation whether this is the last Queens) and lots of stuff tomorrow or may buy or sell. Thanks again for the many courtesies, I am speechless and that happened not so fast! juutsel | Tags: hue , earrings , beach , birthday
Posted in Hue | No Comments » 16 ° 48 'N, 107 ° 5' E 28 April 2010, 11:18 Grr! That was such a nice day to be, we thought. Last night we enjoyed a modest meal as a farewell to this delightful country. We were actually just realize that our parting was perhaps best liked what grander. In such cases there is always happy cosmic misfortune that makes you just the border with Laos does not happen to you and say goodbye once again thin on can do. A kilometer or 90 from Dong Ha, we found, sitting on our steel steeds, the border with Laos. We had let ourselves well informed and understood that the border with a motorcycle is about to stabbing, but that $ 25 per bike than you would pay. The Vietnamese customs officials already warned us that we probably would get a rude awakening. Once under the impressive gate of Vietnam walked and arrived at the somewhat less spectacular entrance arch to Laos, we were in Laotian reproved. Motorcycles were not easy, but at 1 o'clock in the afternoon there would be a bus to Savannaket leave. What?! After some searching we found someone who spoke English and was able to tell us that the past month, no one at the Lao Bao border had come without his motorcycle behind. How strange? A bell committed to our friends in Saigon. Who consulted their connections with the Vietnamese government and could only share our disbelief. There would be no reason why we should not cross the border would be allowed. Today they still meet people who are clearly stigmatized by the Laotian mustache sticker on their devices, last month at the Lao Bao border came. A conclusion so rest: bastards at the border! We are mercilessly screwed, probably just because the wife of the main border guard with the mustache is wrong hum unfaithful. Annoying and a waste of petrol 180km and joy of life. Deeply disillusioned about all this crap so we went back to Dong Ha with the intention of cycling but then here to sell. The hotel where we checked out this morning wanted us happy is back. Our bikes are less fortunate: we found someone who bikes to the tip of 4.5 million dong wanted to buy (compared with 17 million we previously paid for). Tomorrow is Judica birthday and we had hoped there a nice Lao party to make. Instead we go on bike to Hue, hoping our bikes there for a better price to sell. Additional complication: April 30 and May 1 national holidays and many hotels (if not all) are around those days fully booked. Hoping for just one roof. What a pain ... (but the sun shines!) michiel Dewit | Tags: Bale , moped , Misery , Borders , Cunt , Lao Bao , Laos , Vietnam
Posted in Moped-Ho Chi Minh route | 1 Comment » 17 ° 6 'N, 107 ° 6' E 27 April 2010, 17:17  An item that is due to fatigue in between is just shot. We are the day before yesterday, the 27th went to the tunnels of Vinh Moc been. Very impressive and what Judica longed to visit. In these tunnels has an entire village, the Vietcong lived and helped build the tunnels. The original fishing village was bombed by the Americans and was an important place to have a strategically located island about 30 km from the coast to supply. There have been partially worked out but there were trenches to safely and unseen in the tunnels to come. The tunnels are from the sea by U.S. naval vessels fired upon and attacked with bombs. Unlike other tunnels, these are relatively intact. They are somewhat restored but otherwise not adjusted for tourists. We wanted to add the post for the photos. Whole families lived months in the ground and there are 9 children born. It has maintained and is not destroyed by the Americans, although there is a drill that bomb landed a hole drilled but not exploded. The hole in the tunnel was what they used as ventilation. It was a special trip, especially since she lived there and had thought of everything, meeting room, type of hospital, a maternity room and even a child. juutsel | Tags: tunnels , Vinh Moc
Posted in Moped-Ho Chi Minh route | No Comments » 16 ° 48 'N, 107 ° 5' E 26 April 2010, 16:01  Goodness gracious, what a ride. Today we traveled 230 km. After a quiet day in Hoi An (again it was delicious as usual) and a cozy meal with new friends we had to really continue this morning. The reason super mopeds, but after 30 km already showed that we had done something wrong in Danang. Opens the sea was to the left instead of on the right. How it is resolved I still do not, but it was not that bad. Then the question was whether we are onthe way to the tunnel or sat for the pass? It appeared the pass. We were secretly quite happy with that, it was certainly a detour, but finally just empty roads and beautiful views. On the coast there is more traffic, it drives a lot less relaxed and there is less to see. We were quite disappointed, and I especially had just fed up with motorcycles. Ultimately, we held many breaks (also to send Michael back as well to fix) and we arrived tired but satisfied in Dong Ha. No ass about and then find a hotel. Because we wanted to delight you with a message we had 3 hotels off before we had internet. The result is a lift (yay, no stairs lugging) nice clean white sheets, air conditioning and a clean bathroom. Now we go watch an episode and then sleep ... we are very very very very tired. Tomorrow, the tunnels of the Vietcong in the planning, a whole village under the ground ... exciting!
juutsel | Tags: mountain , motorcycle , Dong ha , ass , Vietnam
Posted in Moped-Ho Chi Minh route | 1 Comment » 15 ° 53 'N, 108 ° 20' E 24 April 2010, 16:51 The prospect now back to Hoi An to ride brought our minds run wild. Who were already confused by what the states that morning seemed to have in store. In our exhausted nature, we were both happy and slept through the alarm clock an hour later we were standing next to bed and mosquito net than planned. The long journey that lay ahead had actually little room for such delay. As an 'accident' never comes alone, had to wait for part two. And yes, we were at our beck and call. After a hasty breakfast and cleanup, we examined the receptionist to check out. She was just nowhere to be seen. Because they still had our passports, we could not suffice to leave the required 1.3 tons. Anyway, eventually we were on the motorcycle, the sun is in the head, sunburn all our limbs. But! The first part of the ride turned out over a mountain pass to be carried. In the distance we see him lying still unfamiliar with our destiny. Cloud struggled with difficulty through the pass. A half hour later we ... in the clouds. As we slowly made aware, was the roof of the heavens ever closer. The inevitable had to wait no longer and we literally stop our heads in the clouds. The rest followed quickly. A ride in the clouds leave everything behind. Press to start, but also a lot of dew on life and limb. A shower is to quickly and gives you a wet suit, but a big cloud is certainly no less unpleasant. Slowly the cold penetrates through to your deepest and you forget all the sunshine of recent times. Then comes over you all the moisture. Clouds are water waiting for a good reason to be back drops. Every bump in the skin, hairs, textile: all good attachment points for condensation. After half an hour in the clouds, we were also soaked. The beauty of these storms is that they can easily escape. Once the road again lost altitude, hit our heads then just as quickly from the clouds. We place gradually dried to again in the heat of the rainforest and got a few exceptional views presented. Half-dried rivers, many wooden houses with corrugated iron roofs, palm trees with deciduous trees to contend existence. After a long ride with lots of commotion and some navigational challenges, the port has finally in sight. Warned by an ambience of 20km we asked at each intersection 'Hoi An? So we came closer and closer, until finally the antenna tower we know so well from the post office came into view. Armed with our memories of two weeks in advance, we found quickly and expeditiously our former hotel back. And here we are now, with a full stomach (obtained in our all too familiar eatery) and a humming air conditioning (which is only fifteen minutes since the flow is returned back again to let them hear). We are happy, satisfied and ready to spend a day relaxing break, even with our heads in the clouds. michiel Dewit | Tags: Hoi An , Motor , Vietnam , Clouds
Posted in Moped-Ho Chi Minh route | 1 Comment » 15 ° 5 'N, 107 ° 44' E 23 April 2010, 9:35 There is here a hint of effort moisture. The guys next to us are working hard to improve their personal high scores and that smell. We are in an internet cafe in Dak Glei, somewhere in the middle of nowhere and the civilized world. Judica calls it "The Valley of Beauty". It is really beautiful. The first part of our route from Pleiku to Dak Glei was highway, freeway, highway. A fairly busy route and not really nice. Our original goal was to Plei Can driving, but we had the wind well and arrived there before the lunch break. However, as a sandwich gesnackt, but then it still only just the throttle. And that was rewarded! From Plei Can the road became more beautiful. We were in a hilly landscape arrived and found ourselves 'The King of the Road'. Nobody in sight and wonderful ways. Many curves and after each turn a new surprise. Sometimes our breath deprived by a new view of the valley, other times we were face to face with an authentic (no really!) Village, complete with thatched roof and poles. Here in Dak Glei life is really different, so different, we have not yet experienced. It is quiet here, the people are ... different. Actually, it's like we have arrived in Bulgaria. Mountains, rivers and relaxed people. Along the way we have some important decisions. Originally the plan was to use the Ho Chi Minh route directly to drive to Hue, but after nearly a week on the road we're really on a break. And what does the 'coincidence': Hoi An is a day's travel away. Of course we are in Hoi An has long been, we have nothing new to expect and the beaches are familiar territory. Great, just what we need! If the roads go well we are good again tomorrow afternoon in the pool. The next day we fill it with fruit shakes, paddling and a few visits to known addresses. Direct also a good time to do our laundry. Some garments are not as such no longer recognizable and can best use a little refurbishment. After Hoi An we go further out to the DMZ, the area where the fiercest in the American war was fought. In that region offer tours to motorcyclists, maybe we do want one in tow. And then ... the seas of Laos, hopefully with our bikes and just like now without tourists. michiel Dewit | Tags: moped , Village , Hills , Vietnam , Sweat
Posted in Moped-Ho Chi Minh route | No Comments » 13 ° 59 'N, 108 ° 0' E 22 April 2010, 14:04  Today was a long day ... and yet it was so bad. The longest stage so far was on the schedule, 185 km from Buon Ma Thuot to Pleiku.
We said this morning together, let's see if we attract and how far we get. This afternoon at 2:30 we were checked into the hotel in Pleiku.
Today we have the whole road had only relatively good asphalt. We could doorrijdden and took an average of 35 km in 45 minutes and then a fifteen-minute break. Do not expect it would go so well so we are surprised and make plans for tomorrow. Meanwhile, we are again a few days on the bike and we must see how and where we go over the border with Laos. Miraculously, Michael now emerged as true planner while I believe it all. Such a world has changed things a bit. Because the journey of today is not much to tell me what information about how it generally goes on the moped. Usually I drive first, which began not as hard as I dared and if Michael is not lost. Actually we are accustomed to it and completely on the highway it is a fine habit. I have my mirrors set up so that I Michael in the mirror one can see well in the other mirror traffic can monitor. Another thing we ran into was the lack of communication. We now have a number of horn signals afgesprroken (everyone here honks, honk twice is not recognizable enough). Thus, the horn tune of 'who we never see "the sign to stop. The other answer to the horn of 'back'. There are also hand signs ... if you have some sort praatpop mimic (thumb and fingers open and close) means that the other person still has the control signal. Camera and photo = imitate a flat hand means "I'm thirsty, let a place to drink in the shade look. There is also the thumbs up to ask me how it goes. Today we found out that this system is not working flawlessly. During our ride we often get stuck behind trucks that often simply not go faster than 30. I'm afraid there enh dare not so quickly across, first as a long look around. Michael honked so I first had to look in my mirror and every opportunity to overtake could forget. After this had happened a few times I asked what he meant .... It was his signal that I was not langskon. Still not completely clear because when I once tried to catch up I saw two headlights of an oncoming truck still very quickly come to me.
Is not that dangerous? Undoubtedly, but they do not like driving in NL. If you overtake is sometimes inhibited for you to let you pass ... and it often happens that people do not fully appreciate or they can get (in such a case, if your moped by the car that often wanted to get off the road printed off). Aaah, that sounds scary ... well, nice is different, but it does not happen often and you get used to it. it is actually very clear, let in first place on the quality of the road, then road users that you want to get (especially mopeds for quiet on the road) and then the traffic behind you.
Very simple ... juutsel | Tags: moped , signals , horn , Vietnam
Posted in Moped-Ho Chi Minh route , Vietnam | No Comments » 12 ° 40 'N, 108 ° 3' E 21 April 2010, 15:13  Last night we were celebrities in Quang Son, this morning we were mere mortals, in the midst of single trees and red earth. Sobering, but not without charm. To be honest I find it not so fine I is continuously stared at, shouted and grabbed. Because we in the region about the only Western tourists, are we really seen as something special. We are everywhere. I miss the anonymity sometimes a little bit. Our ride from Quang Son, the village that we so generously offered a place to sleep when we stranded by rain, the QL14 (or the Ho Chi Minh Highway) was fantastic. No man, dog, chicken or soul in sight. Only we and the whirr of our black friends. A nice man from Quang Son had us leaving and had heard that we were on our way to the highway, he was waiting for us at a crossroads, afraid we would miss the exit. Very friendly. Without his help we certainly 60 km detours, and not on the best ways also. By stitch with some help on where we had ended up, was still under construction. Parts were already paved, other pieces were a few construction workers busy (by hand!) The coarse gravel to put down. Chuong Saigon told us that out of every 10 dollars spent on roads is perhaps only 4 actually used. The rest disappears into pockets on the road, with all the implications for road quality as a result. It will also therefore be that the roads with heavy road construction, but simply with hand basin and built. We thoroughly enjoyed the route. Along the way, I have some photos from the scooter made: that gives a nice picture of life on the road. In between we stopped once for a drink. Such places are almost everywhere: just keep your eyes open for a small display case with some chairs. Once on the QL14 was our trip up pace considerably. Beautiful pieces of hardened, rarely interspersed with roadworks. Unfortunately occurred on the road for our first breakdown gevalletje. Judica d'r bike made for a while rattling at every bump he took. That troubled me worry, but I tried to ignore it ... until Judica stopped and reported that they heard aanloopgeluide. Alarm! With skilled eye and careful not to touch hot parts of boiling, we discovered quickly that the top half of the chain loose Sat There was a bolt uitgetrild (and lost) and therefore the case was what shifted. That explained the sudden rattle and the acceleration. We got the right box again, but still had to find a new bolt. Meanwhile, as we by now are accustomed again to a crowd of curious children gathered around us. They wait anxiously until we were going to do a trick. We left them behind somewhat embarrassed. The bolt we found in the yard of a garage. The neighbor of the key agents knew us by gestures to make clear that the technicians were here in the city. Vietnamese do everything outside and thereby leave behind quite a mess. Not a bad idea to name just so the yard to go sleuthing. Miraculously, we found almost immediately bolt fit. The Leatherman was brought out to the entire unit is firmly attached, and off we went again! Before we went looking for a hotel in Buon Ma Thuot, there was still a little excursion on the program: the Draysap waterfalls. We found them with the help of the Lonely Planet easy, but were somewhat disappointed with their size. The LP promised us a 100 meter-wide pond, but drought was not much trouble to hear or see. Similarly, a pretty good place to take the seat out. Meanwhile Judica and I lie on a bed in a beautiful room on the fifth floor of a hotel in Buon Ma Thuot. Not as cheap as yesterday, but with A / C, Internet and above all a great semicircular glass facade that gives us a view of the city. Gevalletje really lucky. Now even matter to bed early to go before the 5th day saddle pain and blisters throttle: the longest stage so far to Pleiku. michiel Dewit | Tags: Blisters , Screw , Draysap , Vietnam , Saddle Pain
Posted in Moped-Ho Chi Minh route | No Comments » 12 ° 9 'N, 107 ° 53' E 20 April 2010, 14:47  How comfortable highways also may be (there is also still debatable), today we opted for adventure. Michael had a beautiful route outlined to us in 1 day in Gia Nghia to Buon Mo Thuot would bring then along roads and a beautiful lake. Yesterday ended the ride rather omstuimig with dust and stones. Today began the ride on the same road and Michael led us quickly in the right direction. However, this was barely still a road to mention. Judica complained after 2 km you all that this was not really her droomrit. It was unpaved, but here and there really seemed more like a mogul run. After a half hour or hour kwamenn we at the first sign of life. a small stall where we bought something to drink immediately. The ladies here told us that at least we were on the right track. Full of good courage we went, but it was abandoned. Here and there was the dirt road better than the highway, it was pretty flat. Sometimes it was just an off-road motorcycle trail and you were happy if you went ahead. Of course, many Vietnamese drove us with considerable momentum over smiling. At the next village was a split, we have informed where to go and brought a sigh of relief, there was asphalt. The road was beautiful and would take us to the village of Dak Mak run where we would ride in the nature reserve. This stretch of road was a combination of empty winding roads (in 2 hours time, we are not a car and encountered only every 10 minutes another moped) with magnificent views and lots of height difference. The road we were following more and more enchanted by the surroundings. This they would if the country of thousand hills can call. We continued to follow the asphalt again until it turned into a large dirt road. Opeens zagen we weer een mini dorp alleen was de sfeer hier anders. De kinderen droegen meer geweven kleding en waren wat donkerder. Een stukje verderop zagen we echt bamboo huizen zoals we die in het openlucht museum hadden gezien en wisten het zeker. Dit was een van de Cham stammen die in het gebied wonen. Net zozeer als dat wij werden aangegaapt keken we terug. Er was een klein stroompje waar kinderen naakt in speelden, baby's werden op de rug gedragen in een doek en zware last werd getilt met een doek op het voorhoofd en de last op de rug. Dit is beter dan Sapa, het is echt en authentiek, en dan niet zoals de Lonely Planet het omschrijft. We hebben op afstand wat foto's van de huisjes gemaakt maar wilden de mensen niet teveel in verlegenheid brengen. We reden verder op de goede onverharde weg, er stonden verkeersborden en we waren dan ook verbaast dat één kilometer buiten het dorp de weg in zijn geheel niet meer bestond. Er was nog een klein jungle paadje. Omdat het best kon dat we al in het natuurreservaat waren hebben we het jungle paadje nog even gevolgd maar toen er na 1 km nog geen verbetering was hebben we het opgegeven en zijn omgekeerd. In het dorpje wilden we vragen waar we waren. Uiteraard werden we direct binnen gevraagd (schoenen uit!) en mochten op de mat plaatsnemen en mee genieten van het lokale 'happy water'. Het was nog geen lunchtijd en we moesten nog rijden, maar afslaan kan/ mag niet. Een klein slokje dan maar. Deze locals vertelden ons dat we ergens in een mini dorpje zaten en dat we ipv noordelijk oostelijk waren gereden. Dus weer terug. Onderweg toen we de kaart nog een keer bestudeerden stopte een man die zijn dat Dak Mak (ik kan de naam niet meer horen) verder terug was ( we gingen dus de goede kant op nadat we waren omgekeerd). Zo reden we maar weer terug naar de vorige 'grote' provinciestad om net voor de eerste regenbui te schuilen bij een klein café. Daar vroegen we nogmaals de weg en ze zei dat dak Mak in de richting lag waar we net vandaag kwamen. Het wanhopen begon. We hebben Chuong gebeld (redder!) en hem gevraagd of hij kon vertalen. Was er iemand die ons oor een bedrag de goede weg naar Dak Mak of de snelweg wilde wijzen. Helaas, het regende, de prijs vervierdubbelde en de afstanden werden genoemd. Nog 30 km (slechte weg) tot de snelweg en dan nog 160 km naar BMT. De wanhoop groeide. Er waren nog twee opties. Of we zouden een slaapplek proberen te zoeken in het mini dorp of proberen terug te komen naar de slaapplek van de vorige nacht om morgen dan op de snelweg richting BMT te gaan. We besloten om terug te rijden, dan hadden we morgen minder voor de boeg (uit elk gehucht moet je ook weer wegkomen). Terwijl we terugreden maakten we ons op voor de rotweg van het begin van de dag. Ondertussen regende het niet meer hard maar miezerde het, dus regenjassen aan. Na 1 km op de weg terug zei Michiel dat het niet zo een goed idee was, Judica wilde echter toch verder. Een kilometer verder begon het een stuk te dalen. De weg was nat en modderig en de moed zakte ons in de schoenen. Nog even een stukje proberen zei Judica, Michiel benoemde dat hij het een erg slecht idee vond. Vijfitg meter de helling af besloten we maar op te keren. Het was niet te doen en dit was echt nog niet het ergste stuk. Omdraaien bleek makkelijker gezegd dan gedaan, nadat we de brommers hadden omgedraaid liepen ze direct vast in de modder. Met veel moeite kregen we ze weer terug het heuveltje op, mede dankzij hulp van lokale Vietnmesen. Daar stonden een aantal vrachtwagens te wachten die ook niet verder konden. De tip was om de tassen eraf te halen, zo was er minder gewicht op het achterste wiel. We stopten even en kregen een stok om de modder mee uit de brommers te peuteren. De brommers deden het niet omdat geen profiel meer was maar een gladde klei achtige modderlaag op de banden en vooral ook tussen spatbord en wiel waardoor de wielen niet eens meer konden draaien. Na een korte pauze om de regen wat weg te laten zakken (het zonnetje scheen weer) begonnen we aan de terugweg naar het dorpje. Alle opties waren weggevallen dus maar op zoek naar ene hotel. Het dorp heeft een hotel, ik zit er nu op bed. Voor een schamele 4,80 overnachten wij hier met zijn tweeen. Voordat we naar binnen mochten moesten we ons eerst ontmodderen, we gleden over straat zo glad waren onze schoenen. Geen airco en geen internet, geen handdoekken (naja, van die mini handdoeken die ook echt alleen voor je handen werken) en geen lakens. Nadat we waren ingcheckt hebben we getankt waarbij een vriendelijke man ons erop wees dat we de motoren beter konden laten afspoelen en ons de weg wees. Daar waren ze 20 minuten bezig om onze motoren moddervrij te maken zodat de wielen weer ruimte hebben. Ondertussen had zich een grote groep kinderen verzameld voor de spuiterij en waren wij de attractie van de dag. Toen we wilden gaan eten was er een meisje dat goed Engels sprak en ons uitnodigd in haar huis, we hadden zelfs mogen blijven slapen. Prachtig huis overigens en het meisje zelf was ook leuk. Mensen zijn hier zo behulpzaam en vriendelijk dat we ons verbaasd hebben en vereerd voelden. Na het eten wilden we deze post nog schrijven in het lokale internet cafe maar het moment dat we inlogden viel de stroom uit. Nu typ ik dit terwijl we onder onze klamboe op bed zitten. Ondanks de klamboe voelden we toch geprik en we vrezen voor vlooien. Het was een geweldige dag en we hebben dingen gezien die maar weinig mensen in Vietnam zien. We hebben de gastvrijheid mogen ervaren en zijn onder de indruk van het land… maar het liefst had ik toch in een iets schoner/ luxer bed gelegen. juutsel | Tags: brommer , modder , Verdwaald
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