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Guided Motorbike Tours travels to Vietnam to plan out a new route and discover a whole new culture
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VIETNAM
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A country where once the roads were turned
into a sea of bicycles has now become a
country with huge waves of mechanical
scooters. A country that was ripped apart and
sustained brutal killings during the later 60’s
and early 70’s. Since then, this country has
changed in so many ways but still retains
many of the age old traditions and is a
provider of some of the most delicious food
as well as fantastic landscapes in all of Asia
Vietnam is an awe inspiring country, with little
funding and government support the inhabit-
ants of this land have learned through gener-
ations to fend for themselves. Most of what
they eat is harvested from their own land,
they make their own alcohol and even gener-
ate their own income, a remarkable feat you
will agree given the poverty that this country
has experienced over many decades. They
have adapted and adapted well.
But what makes this country even more spe-
cial is that provides a phenomenal stomping
ground for touring on by motorcycle. Every
corner, every hill climb and every mountain
pass offers endless neck twitching scenery
and impressive sights. It should be one of the
top five places to visit on a motorcycle on
everyone’s bucket list.
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www.guidedmotorbiketours.co.uk
Worldwide Motorcycle Adventure Touring
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4 am, I'm up and desperate for coffee. My
flight leaves Heathrow at 10.50am. The
coach from Bournemouth was prompt,
comfy and hassle free, leaving for
Heathrow at 5am. Arriving at Heathrow Terminal
4 I grab some food. Coffee, Pancakes and bacon
did it's job in waking me up. Now fed, I realise I
can check in, even though it's only 7.50am and 3
hours before lift off. The next couple of hours I
watch a film on my phone that I had downloaded
previously. Sat in departure lounge I was able to
make use of the charging point, just as I sat down a
mouse ran across the floor and under my feet, bit
unexpected, still, might find it on the menu in
24hrs!
The flight was delayed and we didn't get off the
ground until 11.30. Shortly after take off food was
served, dry chicken in a creamy sauce with mash
and broccoli plus all the usual extras, chocolate
mouse, crackers and cheese. I started watching a
film on the 10" LCD panel on the back of the
headrest in front of me, there were plenty to
choose from. I was desperate to try and get some
rest but it was proving very difficult. By 3pm in
the afternoon British time it was pitch dark out-
side. Odd really as I've only seen what felt like a
few hours daylight today. The plane is noisy, alt-
hough I bought my own earphones the plane sup-
plied headphones, it drowns out the noise of
screaming kids and inconsiderate groups of teen-
agers who fail to see that others around them aren't
quite so energetic! I arrived in Kuala Lumpur
around 7.30 and had my next flight to catch at 9.30
so I made my way to the terminal by catching a
monorail into the opposite building. On route I
grabbed a Satay chicken wrap and a fizzy can of
drink. The wrap was fiery hot which I wasn't ex-
pecting.
Without hardly any fuss I was back on a plane and
heading for Hanoi. This plane being smaller, was
very cramped.
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F inally I arrived in Hanoi, got through
border control in minutes, collected my
luggage as I came down the stairs and
straight through the sliding doors out of
the arrivals lounge and into Vietnam. Ngọc was
there waiting for me as I exited the terminal and we
headed over to his 4x4.As we drove though town on
our way to his garage I was amazed drivers and rid-
ers didn't die every second. It was chaotic to say the
least. There seemed to be no traffic system or give
way priorities. It was a case of beep, look and
move. Everything just kept flowing like a pre re-
hearsed stunt. Somehow it just worked. We arrived
at the garage, talked about motorbikes and drank
green tea, which tastes oddly like grass water. From
here we head over to the shop and talked more
about motorbikes, had some more green tea and cof-
fee. Plus I got to see some really cool 4x4's. We
both stop off in the old quarter of Hanoi, where,
remnants of when the French occupied the city
many years ago remain. After being treated to my
first bowl of noodle soup made with a traditional
broth I'm finally taken to my hotel in Hanoi central
where I get chance to shower and have a stroll
around Hanoi city.
I can’t help becoming mesmerised by the way the
traffic seems to constantly flow, hardly ever stop-
ping even to let pedestrians across the street, zebra
crossings around here mean nothing, there is an art
to crossing the road, either close your eyes and hope
for the best or re-enact the 1980’s arcade game,
Frogger.
I grab some food from one of the local restaurants
as I am feeling uncomfortable eating from one of
the street food stalls, I am not sure my stomach will
cope with the lack of hygiene just yet. Walking
around the town I am constantly approached by
street sellers and opportunists. There are a lot of
scooter taxis as well constantly asking if you want
to be taken somewhere on the back of their bike,
they even supply a cycle helmet for your safety,
very considerate! I make it out of the hectic city and
back to my hotel. Its been a very long couple of
days and the travel is starting to take its toll on me
so I make it an early night, it's been 48hrs since I
last woke.
Hanoi:
The capital of Vietnam -
Hanoi, is known for its centuries-old architecture
and a rich culture with Southeast Asian, Chinese
and French influences. At its heart is the chaotic
Old Quarter, where the narrow streets are roughly
arranged by trade. There are many little temples,
including Bach Ma, honouring a legendary horse,
plus Dong Xuan market, selling household goods
and street food.
Area: 3,345 km²
Founded: 1010
Population: 7.5 million
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N gọc arrived at the hotel at 08.00 sharp
to collect me and take me to the shop to
pick up the bikes. I will be riding a
Honda XR250 and Ngọc will be riding
a 125 equivalent. I strap my rucksack onto the back of
the bike, usually they go in the 4x4 support vehicle.
We have a quick coffee and then head off through
town. It's manic, chaotic, crazy and fun at the same
time. I quickly realised you must use your horn to
warn people, it's considered polite. I also realised that
there is no real consistency as to traffic control or right
of way, it would appear, if you beep first the other per-
son should wait, but doesn't always work that way.
Young boys 2 up on 50cc plus scooters wheeling down
the dual carriageway for a good few hundred yards and
then weaving in and out of cars as if though it was a
normal day. Crazy. We head West out of the city to-
wards our destination for this evening. On route I
quickly realise how poor the country is, there seems to
be improvement by the government but it's still not
very noticeable, at least not on the roads as the condi-
tion of some stretches is appalling compared to Eu-
rope. The road will often suddenly change from rela-
tively smooth and safe tarmac to uneven gravel and
large pot holes or big troughs in the road, often the
road turns into a track all together, throwing the bike
up and down and making me fight for control to keep
upright yet alone in a straight line. At times it becomes
really tiring and mentally exhausting.
We soon need fuel and for about £0.30 per litre it
doesn't cost much to fill a small tank on the 250cc XR.
Every once in a while we'll take a gravel path or track,
drainage pipes often run across the path or track and
they can be heavily raised, if not careful they can easi-
ly catch you out as one did when Ngọc went over it, or
rather flew over it, his real wheel left the ground and
bounced approx. 2' in the air, he later found out he'd
damaged the screen on his laptop from the bump!!
DAY 2
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As the day went on we came upon the rice fields,
acres and acres of them with the whole family help-
ing to plant new crops now that the winter is almost
over. We arrive at our home stay accommodation,
it's in a small village run by the whole family. In
fact they occupy all 6 houses on the same stretch of
the village and own 100's of square meters of rice
fields. Their main income is rice. They can harvest
as much as 40 tonnes keeping 10 to themselves the
rest goes to market or is exported. The lady owner
and her husband were very friendly, the accommo-
dation is also very nice and accommodating and
clean. We were fed well with dishes consisting of
chicken, goat, rice and chips. I wasn't too keen on
the chickens head and feet though!!
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S owing new seedlings for the next rice crop. This is often
a family affair where they all have a certain task to fulfil
roll up their trousers and all get stuck in. Its hard work,
harder than it looks bending over all day standing in 6 to
8” of muddy water
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W e head further West today, our
first part of the journey is 40km
long trail with deep ruts made
from the lorries. The mist was
heavy so it had made the clay soil very slippery, the
inevitable happened, the front end slipped and I
fell. I wasn't going anymore than 15km p/h but I
landed with a thud so much so I broke my helmet
cam. Undeterred, I hopped back on and carried on up
the slippery wet trail contributed by the fact they have
had their longest ever winter here in Vietnam since
they can remember. February isn't the best time to
come, October and November are good
months. Towards the end of October just before
they harvest the rice crops the scenery is magnificent.
Lashes bright green plantations all across the
hillsides.
o the road did get better by late morning as we head-
ed up into the mountain climbing to 1000m, however,
the weather didn't. A thick dense fog came down and
reduced visibility to a mere 10m if lucky. Trucks and
cars overtaking on mountain bends without ant
consideration to what might be coming the other way.
It seems as if they didn't even notice the fog, they
didn't even have lights on. We finally reach the top
and grab a much needed coffee. Cold, wet and now
muddy I was questioning myself as to why I am do-
ing this.
Warmed slightly from the luke warm coffee with
water served from a flask we head down the moun-
tain. Eventually the weather improves and the sun
even made a brief 10 minute appearance before
we finally arrived at the hotel, parked the bikes and
get cleaned up. Ngọc my guide cleans the bikes
whilst I go and shower. He looks after them like
they're his children but I guess you would if they
were your livelihood.
The hotel was comfy, clean and the food was terrific.
We ate a 300 year old recipe, fish that had been
cooked for hours, free range cow, rice and some
pumpkin leaf washed down with a beer. Yum.
Early night tonight. Been a long and exhausting day. I
return to my room and finish washing my clothes of
the mud. Hang them up to dry ready for morning. It
was that cold my kit didn't have enough heat to dry
out so I resorted to using the hairdryer. It worked, just
about. We tie our kit on the bikes and head North into
the mountains. The roads today were magnificent.
Long sweeping bends, ascents and descents with
magnificent views. I was in biker heaven! We stop a
couple of times in the day for coffee and a rest, each
time I can't help being mesmerised and intrigued by
the Vietnamese culture. How the H’mongs (cats) live
in the north and how the Thai people live so separate
lives. It's an interesting culture it really is and so
worth researching and reading about them.
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The women are skilled at crafts and embroidery, you see them sat in the street in the nearby city selling their crafts
such as rugs, bags, hats all made in bright colours. The rice fields in the Highlands are amazing. Each layer is one
generation.
The fog at the peak of the mountains was very thick and heavy. At times we were only able to see 5 meters ahead
of us, keeping your eyes peeled for overtaking vehicles coming straight at you was tiring
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A s we begin our decent into Sapa the temperature doesn't lift as I'd hoped. It's very cold, around
10°c and will get colder as the sun drops to about 6°c. The traffic is heavy, at a standstill, so we
filter through between the small gaps between the buses dodging taxis head on. Finally we find
our hotel. Again, clean, smart and friendly similar to a European 3* hotel. The view from the
room is lovely.
After a shower and change of clothes Ngọc and I head into town. It's Saturday and the last weekend of their new
year celebrations, so it's packed with Thai people enjoying the last of their holiday. We stop to eat in a Chinese
restaurant and then head further into town to sample the local food from the food market. It's a whole new expe-
rience and one I was apprehensive about to be honest. Nonetheless, we sit down, drink Apple Rice wine and
pick on pig guts, aubergine and pork meat cooked on a barbecue surrounded by hundreds of people socialising,
chatting, laughing and joking. its a really happy welcoming atmosphere, none threatening or intimidating in any
way.
I lie here in my bed between crisp clean white bed linen in a warm hotel room, my phone plugged in on charge
and I can't help thinking about the children I saw today, running around bare footed, bare minimal clothing
munching on sweetcorn sat in bushes beside the road or playing with fire. They looked happy, they smiled as we
rode past, most of them wave and shout "hello" to you, making you feel important making you feel acknowl-
edged but someone who has so very little. Something so insignificant to us could have made their day. But it
also made me feel great. They seem happy because they don't know any different. They don't have PlayStation,
phones, TV etc. They amuse themselves with what they have, their dog, running water, some old wood, and old
tyre or a wheel, it's so primitive to watch but so utterly simple, all they have to do is survive. They don't care
about cars, holidays or fashion. They exist only to live not to pay bills. I am beginning to genuinely think I need
to change my aspect on life. It's so peaceful here, if something happens, it happens, you can't change it or go
back in time, you break something, so what, why be upset and angry, what does that achieve?? Nothing at all.
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I t's Sunday, we leave the mountain resort in the north and head south, as we descend, the thick heavy
dense fog disperses leaving views across the lakes and surrounding mountain peaks all shadowing the
numerous rice plantations. The day starts off cold. At best I'd say the temperature was 10°c. We leave
the hotel and head straight into rush hour traffic and it is bloody manic. Cars, mopeds, taxis, lorries
and buses all fighting for the same space. One car even nudged me forward as he was so impatient and late
for work perhaps but no one seems to get angry, they just beep more.
Just as we're leaving a roundabout my clutch cable gives up. Shit! As I stand there with the bike, contemplat-
ing what to do and worrying if Ngọc will realise I'm not behind before he's miles up the road, I'm approached
by a H’mong woman and her daughter. The daughter who is at a guess about 16 years old dressed in their tra-
ditional attire, just stood next to me smiling and muttering something I had no idea what about. I didn't feel
intimidated, I just wanted to make sure Ngọc knew what had happened to me.
Earlier he had told me that many westerners come here and meet the H’mong women, they buy them nice
things, feed them and give them money, the H’mong woman then has sex with the westerner and the woman
gets pregnant. The westerner then returns home and the Hamong woman can't get a husband because she has
been spoilt. So she ends up alone with a child usually poor and begging. The H’mong people are not clean,
they rarely wash which is another reason why they are called "cats" aside the fact they live up high, they only
wash themselves a couple of times a month. They are often ugly and unappealing. At this point I'm wonder-
ing if the rush hour lunatics will actually run me over. At one point I have to lean the bike into the pavement
so a car doesn't crush it. Eventually I start pushing it up the hill. I'm on the high pavement with all the kit on
and then I see Ngọc coming towards me, I'd thought I'd lost him in the traffic but he realised I wasn't behind
and stopped just around the corner so Ngọc says "ride my bike and I ride this". I know riding without a clutch
on a bike can be done but during rush hour traffic in a place where everyone wants to run you over...
He jumps on and fires the bike up, lunging forward he's off, I follow and it's a battle to keep his bike in my
sight yet alone wonder how on earth he is managing to negotiate the traffic without a clutch. Despite a cou-
ple of near misses we pull up outside what I guess is a garage in a quieter side Street. He jumps off, says
some Vietnamese and then sets about removing a small package from his bike, as he does a lady sat on a min-
iature stool asks me to sit. So I do. Then she hands me some green tea and I sit there silent watching Ngọc fit
a new clutch cable. By the time I finished the green tea he's done.
Fixed the bike and we're ready to go. I thank the woman and
we leave. Just like that. As we get lower the temperature
shoots up to the low to mid 20's and I have to stop to re-
move a layer of clothing and also my waterproof trousers.
After a short time we make it to the Chinese border. I have
to walk on foot the last 100m as the road is closed for a fes-
tival. Ngọc stays with the bikes. I don't actually cross the
bridge, which is one of 3 main entrances from Vietnam. In-
stead I stand and take a photo, so I can't claim I have been
to China but nonetheless it's likely to be the closest I get to
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We stay mostly on the flat planes now, the road is winding with obstacles around every corner keeping you on
your toes, everything from dogs, hens, kids, lorries you name it, even plenty of Buffalo shit, It's like a gigantic
mole Hill in the road.We pass endless rows of wood stacked along the roadside. Leant against the embankment
and stacked like playing cards would be at the lower level of a card tower. It turns out to be eucalyptus tree. They
cut the tree and feed it through what can only be described as a planer. Shaving them into ply sheets. It's then
stacked separately to dry and finally collected by lorries and taken to factories where they make plywood for
cheap furniture.
Further on up the road there is what looks like construction works but it is heavy plant machinery excavating
marble for statues. They also excavate limestone. Some of the work they produce is spectacular, every piece
carved by hand.
We pass through numerous small towns like the one below. The architecture is intriguing, it has a French colonial
look about it. Vietnam was, many years ago occupied by the French and there is still evidence of it today, from
buildings to the language. In Hanoi, there are many French buildings, an area called the French Town is predomi-
nantly French influence even though they moved out the previous century.
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The people here are so friendly. Every-
where we've been we are greeted with a
smile and they offer you a seat. Then
they hand you a small tea cup with green
tea and they sit with you. Obviously I
don't know the language very well, at all,
so they tend to just sit and stare at me.
Having a beard (partly ginger) and blue
eyes must be a novelty, that and the fact
I'm probably twice as heavy as them at
16st they think I'm a boxer or a Buda.
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I also notice how friendly and happy
the kids are, as I wait for Ngọc to go
an check out our home stay for the
evening a young boy is sat on some
wood string at me through the vege-
tation. He sees that I've noticed him
and becomes shy, so I pull my cam-
era out and ask if I can take his pho-
to by pointing the camera at him. He
peers around the post, I take the shot
and then put my thumb up, he re-
turns the thumb gesture.
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W e finally end the day at our home stay. The place is beautiful, set in a small village and
owned by and older couple. The lady owner greets me by taking my hand and holding it
clasped between her hands. She is small and skinny, frail looking with teeth in a poor
state, black as if from tar. She wears black with colourful embroidery work. As she
walks back into their living quarters accessed by several steps she takes 2 at a time, like some young child
sprinting up the steps and amazes me. Clearly she is a spring chicken. They are very healthy people. Eat
healthy food, drink healthy drinks and are always busy doing something, anything.
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In the evening we sit and it with the elders children, two sons and a daughter. The son is 28, married with
2 children, the daughter is 20 and not yet married, she says she has no time for marriage and the third
child is an adopted son.
The children prepared the food for this evening as the elders had been invited to attend a festival. The el-
der is the villagers fortune teller, like a shaman. He is also a well respected man and an ambassador for
the village. Later that evening he shows me a very old book made of rice paper and written in Chinese, it
was the knowledge of his father and as such he learns from it, taking this knowledge to pass on to the
next generation.
The food was a feast, soya soup, fish soup, wild boar meat, pancake roll, fried cabbage, rice, potato and
rice cakes, homemade crisps were the main dishes. It was absolutely delicious.After we had eaten the el-
ders arrived home. The father and mother sat with us upstairs in the living area. The father asked me to
drink wine with him, so I obliged and we had several toasts of ginger rice wine. We also had a beer to-
gether. He was a very likeable man, always happy, laughing and smiling.
The mother, she would chew on cocoa leaves rolled in limestone paste, it gives them a bit of a high and
usually they start doing it in their 30:s. The downside is that it turns your teeth black as if you have a seri-
ous dental health issue.They are incredibly hospitable people, the father had returned from his fortune
telling with a cooked whole chicken in his satchel and requested his son chopped it up and serve it to us
despite the fact We'd just stuffed our faces.
They are so generous. I am told of a story whereby when they travel to the poorest locations, the guide
takes cake and drawing paper and pens to give to the children. Some of them as young as 2 or 3 are left at
home to play in the road whilst the mother and father go off to the fields to work, it becomes the older
brother or sisters job to look after them but the young children get hungry and they eat scraps from the
road amongst the rubbish.
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I am woken early by a Cockerel, again. I manage to get back to sleep but then woken by a dog barking
an hour later. I did try and use my earplugs but I bought the wrong ones and they're too uncomfortable
to sleep with. By 6.30am I am wide awake as it sounds like the whole household are too. Whilst they are
very quiet going about their business it was still a reminder that we need to get up and get going.
Breakfast was served. The elder ate with us and he was served meat, rice, chicken and soup, Ngọc had noodle
soup and I was offered pancakes and honey
which was delicious. A cup of coffee later and
we are preparing to leave. I had sadness inside
as the stay here was so warm and inviting and I
didn't want to leave so early. The older children
had already left to work on the farm. I sat finish-
ing my coffee watching the elder mother groom-
ing her hair from their private area. A reminder
of the simplistic way of life, as she squatted and
brushed the very long hair.
The children play and it is a joy to watch, they
don't have fancy electronics or hi tech games,
just each other and whatever is around them to amuse themselves and yet they seem very happy.
It's time to go. I am feeling sad.
I say goodbye to the children and the two elders. They are such wonderful people, they have looked after us
well and they will be missed.
As we set off down the bumpy, dusty track to join the main route once again, I am thinking deeply about how
simple life is here, I understand its a whole different culture out here but can't help thinking that I live in such a
hectic country with such disrespect for family, love, happiness and simplicity try and put it in the back of my
mind and concentrate on the riding.
Every stretch of road has some sort of hazard as I've said before and you have to keep your wits about you. We
pass more farmlands and I have dodge and weave around branches placed across the lane to stop people riding
or driving over their seeds, corn or beat lying in the road to dry. At the end of the day they come and pick it all
up and it's placed in sacks. Some they keep and some they sell at market, to the locals or on the side of the
road. The farmers always seem to be working hard. We continue along the riverbank and come to huge mounds
of sand and grit, scooped up by big barges on the river. It's used for all manner of building works. That's the
thing about this country, other than some vehicles, virtually everything is farmed, made or manufactured here.
They are incredibly self sufficient people. They do however export a lot of goods, vehicles and clothing. You
will probably have seen a lot of it on Ebay. I love the fact they still use primitive tools and machinery to
achieve everyday tasks. Some farmers still use water buffalo and ploughs, whereas the younger genera-
tion have been tempted by the use of motorised vehicles making life easier and quicker but the farming princi-
ples and traditional methods remain.
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their home in the corner. We continue south for the last leg of the journey into Hanoi. Suddenly we end up
on a motorway, the twist is that the moment is still being built and the surface beneath us is nothing more
than excavated rubble, gravel and dirt. It's uneven and incredibly bumpy, precarious in fact and I'm begin-
ning to wonder if this is a good idea.
We weave side to side in an effort to avoid the largest of the holes, some are as deep as 12" or more. When I
finally see ahead that the road appears to change to tarmac there is a giant mound of dirt blocking our exit. It
would be foolish to try negotiate it so we turn around and back up a few hundred yards before finally finding
a gap in the embankment with slope hopefully not steep enough for our bikes to get up. We make it and after
a bit of weaving we end up on hard surface. That doesn't mean to say it's much better, just not as precarious!!
Here the woman is feeding a young baby and serving customers
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My last farewell's to the homestay fami-
ly who provided me with such wonder-
ful hospitality, comfy bed, delicious
food, what more could you ask for
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W e finally arrive back in Hanoi. The exact same location from
where we started 4 days ago. It's almost overwhelming to arrive
back and to be greeted by a waiting party of Ngọc''s friends, Co
workers and family.
I take a huge breath of relief and feel like I have just accomplished an adventure, for
me it was an expedition, and a journey I know only a few people have been fortunate
to make.
It has for the time being, changed my outlook on life and made me realise how self-
ish we are as a nation. I never once on this trip encountered any hostility towards me.
Vietnam has a lot of history and many stories to tell. It has been through some awful
times during the war yet they still welcome westerners with open arms. Either be-
cause it is their income or because they are simply genuinely loving people, either
way they choose to embrace our willingness to visit and learn about them.
The new generations of Vietnamese have a different outlook, they want to use mod-
ern materials and techniques and I think the older generation have become to accept
it more easily. Vietnam had followed the same traditions and practices for many hun-
dreds of years and it is only really since the war that has made the country edge
forward into modernisation.
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It's my last full day in Vietnam. Having been woken by the sounds of beeping horns, engine revving and
shouting, I realise I preferred being woken by the sounds of Cockerels and dogs. The horns are a stark re-
minder you are in the city and not the countryside. After breakfast, consisting of hot dog sausages and rice
on the top floor of the Diamond Hotel. I head off to the North of town to visit Ho Chi Minh Mausoleum. As
I'm leaving the hotel, I bump into Ngọc in the reception. He kindly returned my SD memory card that I'd
lost at one of the home stays a couple of days ago. He called them a day earlier and asked if they'd seen it.
It's tiny, the size of a fingernail but they somehow found it under the table I sat at. They have better eyesight
than I have. He also gave me a set of canvas saddle bags in army green colour. I said to Ngọc I liked them a
lot and would really love a set so he kindly gave me some.
I decide to take the backstreets to the Mausoleum, I often find its where all the best bits are, locals living
their daily normal life away from the chaos of the tourist rat race. I end up walking into what I think is a
wedding, a barbers shop and some traditional Street food vendors. As I near the Ho Chi Minh Mausoleum I
am constantly asked by moped taxis if I want a ride. I get bored of saying "khong cam on" (No, thanks). I
pass the military museum, visible from the road side is an aircraft from the 70's during the war and some
other small military vehicles….
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I keep walking with the intention to visit on the way
back. It starts to rain, or rather spit. A light drizzle
but all of a sudden all the scooter riders (90% off all
traffic) start to put their waterproof sheets on. It's
more like a poncho that goes over them and the front
of the bike to keep them dry. Finally, after slipping
and sliding on the smooth polished marble pave-
ment, now that it's wet and I stupidly decided to wear
flip flops, I arrive at the Mausoleum. As I look for
the entrance I am told to carry on walking several
times by arm guards.
I walk past the building for the Ministry of Affairs, a
heavily guarded property painted in mustard yellow.
I keep walking with the intention to visit on the way
back. It starts to rain, or rather spit. A light drizzle
but all of a sudden all the scooter riders (90% off all
traffic) start to put their waterproof sheets on. It's
more like a poncho that goes over them and the front
of the bike to keep them dry. Finally, after slipping
and sliding on the smooth polished marble pave-
ment, now that it's wet and I stupidly decided to wear
flip flops, I arrive at the Mausoleum. As I look for
the entrance I am told to carry on walking several
times by arm guards. I walk past the building for the
Ministry of Affairs, a heavily guarded property
painted in mustard yellow.
I keep walking, and walking... Finally after 1.5
miles I find the entrance next to a coffee shop. The
temptation was too great, besides I'd walked for over
an hour and built up a thirst. Coffee drank I head for
the entrance, only to be told it's now closed!! It only
opens between 8.30-10.30 weekdays. Brilliant.
It seems if you want go sightseeing places of interest
in Hanoi you need to shit the bed! I head back to the
military museum, turned away, it's now closed! I
head back to the hotel and decide to get something to
eat on the way, taking a different back Road route
this time. I love spending time off the main routes,
the tourists don't venture this far off the main roads
so I get a chance to see the "real Vietnam" and not
the glitzy tourist tack.
I come across a Ducati pengalle cafe racer
And see a Harley Davidson of all places
I head back to the Hotel.
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I'm determined not to let the memories of this
journey drift away like almost every other trip or
adventure. Understandably I live in the western
world and the western world is a far cry from the
simplicity that exits here. The majority of Viet-
namese people have very little in comparison, yet
they are incredibly social, happy people with no
further outlook on life that the day they live. They
exist to feed themselves, look after their family
and have good friends around them. They family
orientated, unlike the Brits, they have big gather-
ings and spend much time as a unit, simply enjoy-
ing life and their beliefs. Buddhism is the main
religion here and they pray for prosperity, happi-
ness and health.
They have many traditions to which westerners
will snub at. I think it's because we simply don't
understand and have been educated in a different
way. They also have Catholics here, around 10%
are. As I stand at my hotel window looking down
at the busy Street below, I watch the locals shout-
ing, yelling, stopping to talk to one another, ex-
changing goods, buying vegetables and so on, the
atmosphere, although a little hectic in my eyes, is
a joy to watch, there is a definitive vibe, an easily
recognisable buzz of happiness and we'll being.
People happily greeting each other and smiling,
laughing.
This is nearly the end of my short journey. I came
to Vietnam to meet a new business partner, to
form a relationship thousands of miles apart span-
ning many continents and with such completely
different cultures. I was apprehensive, unsure if
what I would discover and if I would feel compe-
tent alien in this far away country that holds so
much history especially with the westerners. I was
anxious about the reception I would receive from
people, would they be inquisitive or hostile. I have
enjoyed every moment of being on my 2004 Hon-
da XR250 even if the seat was the size of a chop
stick. I do admittedly have a very sore backside,
actually, I think it's become deformed. The bike
did well, very well. The terrain we have travelled
across has at times been only fit for serious moto-
cross bikes, but each time the machine surprised
me. In fact I surprised myself that I didn't die at
times. Across hundreds of kilometres the only re-
pair to both bikes was a thin cable when the clutch
snapped but was fixed in lightening fast time by
my guide.
If you have read this and you feel inspired I
strongly suggest you book a tour to Vietnam.
Surely this story of my journey is enough to in-
spire. www.guidedmotorbiketours.co.uk provide
several options and cater not just for British people
but anyone in Europe who wants to join our ad-
venture are also welcome. It's such a humbling
experience, it isn't an adventure where reading
about such experiences of others is enough to truly
make you understand how powerful the memories
are that you are left with. I want to return to the
UK with this feeling and inspiration to change cer-
tain aspects of my life. How long it will last before
I am thrust back into my own reality of Western
living will soon be determined. Leaving the hotel
in the car provided for me by them I begin to feel
sad. I feel I have only just smudged the surface of
this country and can't wait to return to explore
more. I am also happy to be returning to my
family, I have missed them. One thing is certain
for sure, this is just the begin to discovering the
world on two wheels, I realise how simple it is in
today's
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Last words
I sit in the airport watching the world go by, people scurrying from one flight to the next, Asians and Indians,
Muslims and Australians, even French and German all milling around like ants. An English couple catch my
attention, they seem tense and nervous, almost stressed. They become obnoxious towards the woman who is
serving them tea., telling her off in their stammered English because they misunderstood her. It's often funny to
listen to foreigners who don't speak the same language, they begin speaking the same as the foreigner with poor
broken English as If it's going to help.
The two guys belonging to a group of 4 are now literally sweating at the brow, becoming more agitated by the
woman who doesn't understand their English. Perhaps if they spoke normally she may have understood but their
patronising accent seems to have done the job on confusing everyone.
For some reason When British travel they make themselves stand out so much. Just be natural, wear natural
clothes and do research. Above all, respect them as they would you, the Vietnamese are friendly people, if at
times understandably nervous but overall I had an overwhelming welcome from everyone I met.
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