We had a weird start today. Packed our bags, loaded the bikes, then got into a conversation with a moto driver. We've all quickly learned that the moto drivers have two jobs. They give people rides for basically nothing and they also claim to have beautiful Boom Boom girls. So they're basically pimps.
So we got into a conversation with the local pimp and ended up getting some directions from him to Da Lat. After a three man pow wow, we ended up deciding to take his route. He was kind enough to draw a little map and wrote some things out in Vietnamese for us in case we need to ask for directions. This map came in handy.
The route began along the gorgeous coastline, then turned off towards some sand dunes. All was great, until we came upon a random wedding party, then right after some kids decided to play chicken with us for some reason. Here is the video (it was much better live):
About an hour later, we stopped on the side of the road for some directions. I approached an elderly lady who looked at our map and said something to me in Vietnamese. I clearly had no clue what she was saying. Instead of trying a different word, giving me hand signals, or just walking away, she decided to repeat the two words. Over and over again, each time saying it louder and louder. In the end, she was practically yelling at me. I still have no idea what she was saying.
See Charlies post for the rest of the amazing day.