Trip Start Sep 05, 2010
360Trip End Aug 21, 2011
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Where I stayed
Ho Phing Hotel
The first 20 miles out of town took us to the airport, there was very little traffic on this newly built two lane stretch and as we followed the coast, past Diamond Bay resort and southwards, we made good ground. This was important as we hadn't left Nha Trang until around 11am. The reason for this being yet another visit to Louisiana Brewhouse
We had a few drops of rain this afternoon. Polly has inexplicably developed a belief that she is a meteorological expert and explained to me how Nha Trang has its own microclimate and that we will be fine for the next few days on the beach in Mui Ne. The landscape changed dramatically today from the soggy paddie fields which have been constant throughout Vietnam, to a much more dry and baron canvas. Rocky hills replaced the jungle covered hillsides and the farming changed from rice production to grape picking.
Arriving in Phan Rang we hesistated. Should we continue out for a beach stop and start eating into the 85 miles tomorrow has in store or should we rest up and check in to the grand looking hotel that appeared as we deliberated. The hotel it was and we checked in supported by lovely staff. *
The Lonely Planet once again led us on a wild goose chase in the evening. The recommended restaurant was closed so we sat in the market and had some excellent pork and rice
We spent the evening in different ways. Polly matched trashy TV wrapped up in bed and I went downstairs to be eaten by mosquitos and to book our flight to New Zealand. Very exciting, 4th May we leave Singapore and fly to Christchurch. There is a good deal of cycling to be done before then not to mention a kitesurfing holiday with Dan and Claire and a 2 week detour to Borneo to capture Orang Utans with Giles and Char.
* I forgot to mention, on the 20 meter ride from the café stop to the hotel I fell off my bike for the first time on this trip. I had just clipped into the pedals as my front wheel hit some sand. It was a comical slow motion tumble, made even less dramatic by the fact that I actually landed in a big pile of soft sand. Oh dear, Mike
Miles cycled: 63 wind assisted