Ky Anh to Dong Hoi, 59 miles. Actually I saw the surf as Route1 paralleled the water. I rolled into town which at first appeared a nothing place which turned out to be huge place. So many times I bicycle into the outskirts of a town and think I am in a nowhere place where there are no hotels. With the exception of one town which only had one hotel, ever other place has had plenty. Getting directions from an intelligent guy led me to the train station where a hotel was adjacent to it. My fifth floor corner room gave me an excellent view of the city. In the distance, I could see the high price spread resort hotels. I will stay with the $15 accommodation. And for the first time, I saw some white folks like myself backpacking out of the train station. And I got hustled by two Vietnamese woman. Hey, the GIs left forty-six years ago. Well anyways meeting anyone bicycling in road, other than the Belgian I hung with for all of ten minutes prior to my flat, has eluded me. The millennials take buses and trains and everyone else is on some tour of some sort. Neither group will never really see the country. Am I the only one out here with real adventure in my blood? So much for the American pioneer spirit.
Mileage signs have start showing up saying it is 1250K HCM, that is about seven hundred and fifty miles to Ho Chi Ming/Saigon. Given that I have about fifteen days to cover this turf, I need to push back my flight about one week. Life is brief, the added expense is worth it. Same thing happened when I circling Ireland and there was no regret. Life in New London can wait.
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