The final vid.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iqNrnwZ8fHoThank goodness you say! LOL
This vid is the last stretch of the trip. Basically after going inland to a lake area for a look around we then followed the east border roads that would take us back to the South China Sea. The first few days of these travels were quite interesting. While stopped a small village for a feed, I noticed a road that had a guard and was blocked with 2 drums holding a pole. Looking on my map I could see it was a frontier road that followed a river right on the Chinese border for approx 50 km. Even though we were quite often following the border, it was usually 10 – 20 km away and you couldn’t really tell where it was.
I was determined that we were going to see China so I showed the guard my map to where we were heading and made motions that we wanted to go on this road. He just shook his head “no”. I went back to where Liz was and dug our passports out, took them back to the guard with a $50,000 note ($5 NZ) . He couldn’t read the passports except for our Vietnam Visa but he looked at them for a bit, took the note and waved us through.
We saw one Chinese town along the other side of the river that was completely walled, not in a Berlin Wall sort of way , more of a “your arrows can’t get me” kind of wall. It would have probably been a hard journey getting to this town from the Chinese side.
At least I got to wave to some Chinamen, who waved back.
The further south we went the more dangerous the riding became.. Not because of the roads, which mostly now were tar seal, but from all the huge coal trucks. This whole area is a coal mining area, I put the camera away from all the dust. A bike means nothing to these trucks, no one cares. The roads were narrow enough but quite often an oncoming truck would pass another without any thought of who else was using the road. Sometimes you had to stop and pull quickly off the road or more often just dodge around one of them. It didn’t matter which side of the road you used, just whichever had the most clear space to fit through!
We arrived at a flash hotel in Halong Bay absolutely filthy. Must have looked like a couple of Mad Max raccoons with all the coal dust. Left our bikes and our laundry at the hotel while we spent a few days cruising. They even had our bikes cleaned for us!
The cruise was nice but after spending most of our time without seeing any other Europeans or even any English signs it felt a bit weird being in a tourist area. I did get on good with our captain so he let me pilot the junk for about an hour while talking and drinking tea.
Leaving Halong bay for Hanoi I thought it would only be about a 4 hour ride. It actually took us 6 hours which put us right into Hanoi rush hour traffic. We had our orange vests on and every once in a while you got a glimpse of the other person so no one got lost. Actually, it wasn’t really that bad, sure, it was like driving in a lunatic asylum , but we were more into the “zone” of crazy driving by now, so handled it OK.
Would we go back? Certainly.
This April we are hoping to finish the west of North Vietnam, that we didn't see, and finish up in Cambodia, which apparently also has some interesting riding.