After the purgatory of the last couple of days we decided to take it easy today and took a route with about 30 some miles and not much more than 800m climbing. After 2km altitude yesterday, a blessed relief. Speaking of blessed, the fantastic weather is holding for the moment. Makes for a sweaty day […]
An easy day. Shome mishtake shurely Read More »
Jens did warn me the first few days would be the toughest. I hope he’s right, because we’ve only done two and I’m shattered! It is, as if it needs saying, more than worthwhile. https://geriackpackers.com/wp-content/uploads/2023/10/F436309A-FC6F-45F0-848F-8151AF8BD8F0.mov
Stunning. Just stunning. Read More »
Oh, what a beautiful mornin’Oh, what a beautiful dayI’ve got a beautiful feelin’Everything’s goin’ my way
What a start to Day Two! Read More »
Too tired to post much. Three hours sleep followed by a mad Uber dash after the car refused to start, then the flight, then fifty odd miles of getting through and out of Turin and into the Po valley, and up, and more up, and some down, and then, ah, some more up. And then,
Italy in three days, and my DF (don’t forget) list, compiled along the way in Vietnam earlier this year, just keeps growing… ChargersBattery pack VaselineSim card gizmo2 pairs ear plugsGlasses screwdriverSports leggingsTePe brushesWashing lineSkin on skin clothingIbuprofen, Rennies & plastersCroc clips/pegsBaby bike lightsHandlebars phone holderSink plugPrescription shadesCribbage boardRubber band (mossie killer)Bluetooth speaker lead(Pack in) bin
It was meant to be India. But it turned out some outbreak of inter-governmental handbags had turned the usual month of Indian visa-drudgery into a full on three month nightmare, and we just didn’t have time. The hell with it: we’ll go to Vietnam! Cab from the airport… traffic gridlocked. Half a k in half
What happens in ‘Nam… Read More »
It’s the elephant in the room, of course. For a certain age and mindset, the words ‘Vietnam’ and ‘war’ just go together like a horse & carriage. But not, it would appear, to the Vietnamese. Visiting the Ho Chi Minh City Museum – in effect the national museum – we found it contained almost nothing
(They) don’t talk about the war… Read More »
No-one bears a grudge. As Westerners, people might assume us to be Americans, or Aussies – onetime combatants, and much more numerous here than Brits. But if anyone was harbouring resentment, it was well harboured. Everywhere people say “Hello!” Especially kids. (They love to high-five!) Everyone smiles. There’s never the slightest hint of menace, whatever
Went out one morning and just had this funny feeling something was missing. Penny dropped: my hat! Yes, I’d left my beloved Panama on the bus back from Ha Long. When I’d stopped crying I spoke to the nice receptionist at our Hanoi hotel. She sympathised, then rang the bus company. They didn’t know, but
It was late when we arrived at Saigon central market, and most of the stalls were shut down for a well-deserved Sunday evening rest, but we were relieved to find several of the food stalls in the middle not quite shut yet. We were keen to get our dinner there having feasted earlier – bbq