Having left Hanoi shortly after rush hour, Khanh our Vietnamese guide for the next three days, quickly got us on the the quiet back roads to the North of the capital city. Riding through sleepy villages, rice paddies and untouched rain forest, the bikes provided the best possible perspective to view this stunning landscape. Far from the beaten track we seemed to be the star attraction in every village we entered: Children waving hysterically, adults smiling their friendly hellos and other bikers nodding appreciatively.
With all this attention, it was easy for Karen and I to become complacent, but these roads needed absolute concentration. In addition to the usual biking dangers , poor road surfaces and roaming livestock at every turn gave these road an extra challenge. Indeed, such were the conditions, that after 6 hours solid riding we had covered just a little over 100 miles, a distance that would have taken about an hour on our bikes back in the UK (Sorry, officer I meant 2 hours!)
Eventually though, after perhaps the most memorable day of our trip so far, we arrived at the little village of Pom Coong, where our guide had arranged for Karen and I to be the guests of the Chung family, simple farmers belonging to the Muong hill tribe. Their traditional wooden stilt house overlooking the rice fields provided the perfect place for us to catch our breath, try some delicious home cooked Vietnamese food and drink a glass or two of rice wine whist we listened to the hypnotic sound of the jungle as day gradually gave way to night.
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