Off we go, rest day is behind me as is craft beers for some time. Haha. Leaving Hoi An it was soon up onto the DVB or Deviate as it looks to me. Another empty perfect six laner with tree lined sidewalks to boot. After 25km I got bored and headed off to the side road 613B to the west if I remember the milestones correctly. But not before I’d taken a butchers at the Vin Pearl adventure resort seemingly in the middle of nowhere.
The old coastal road was tarmacked all the way with some coffee and a splendid seafood lunch at about noon. Long name, set back from the road, but what a lovely beach. I was sorely tempted to stay.
The waiter assured me twice that the ferry on AND off Tam Hoi would be fully operational. I only found out about the ferry whilst en route looking closely at the OSMAnd app. Ridewithgps off course notifications were suppressed. Some undulations got the thighs thinking about another rest day. I quoted my school motto – Plus et en vous and we carried on.
Beware the lady by ferry no 1. She looks innocent but speaks good English and pursauded me I had time for a Lanh Lanh (coldx2 no ice) beer.
The island of Tam Hoi was bumpy concrete roads. I found me an ant free dog clouter and it’s now stored quick release ninja style on the bike, and I have no compunction or compassion for any fleabag dog that tries it on.
Alongside the small private airport were many deserted resorts, some quite large. This is why VN government is improving the road infrastructure. Ahead of me was a route choice, an extra 35-45km by taking the coastal route or head down to QL1 again. The former was not on the books 1) troo far for me &n my heavy bike 2) road was by now a pot-holed puddly slow as anything track & 3) the proposed route went past the chimneys that were belching rusty red smoke.
Ql1 was fine. I had to stop to decompress the testicles and grab a cold coffee and then I was in the outskirts of Quang Ngai. First impression was of micro-skirts on scooters – may have been a sugar shortage.
Stopped to book a hotel and met a 75 year old man Jim from Australia. He was on the South side in the Vietnam war and got banged up in a POW camp for 7 years after it ended. His wife died while he was a prisoner. After his release he emigrated to Australia and his 3 sons who he said he did not really know, followed him there. He was a marine, his unit lost 5000 men in one month, one friend lost both arms aged 19 and Jim was visiting him. I was so tired by this stage I had to take my leave from this nice man.
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