We met Eddy Murphy! In Nhà Trắng - Việt Nams version of the gold coast. It was nuts. He was nice enough, though he spoke considerably less english than you might imagine. He helped us sell our motorbikes to the farmers. We drove to Nhà Trắng via awesomeness. From the mountains of Đà Lạt the road winds down toward ocean providing some of the best views in the world. Pitty it was so foggy then, or we might have been able to actually see that one of the best views in the world. What we got to see instead was one of the best views in the world - while we couldnt see all the way to the coast, we could ride the smoothest, most meandering road in viết năm - dodging endless waterfalls thrown at us from distant clifftops. Discovering new sky islands at every turn as the surrounding mountaintops appeared from the mist and engaged us in the worlds slowest paced, most scenic game of peekaboo. So after climbing a mountain, and floating down the other side, with just 20km to Vietnams gold coast, my motorbike decided to incinerate itself. Well, not its whole self. Just the drive belt. Luckily though, a Hơn Dạ mechanic is never far away here, so it wasnt too long before I was shown how thoroughly destroyed the bike was. When said mechanic opened the housing, the ashes that were my drive belt blew away in the wind. No exaggeration. I gave the guy twenty bucks, and after a 2 hour disappearance, my bike was fixed. Then we sold it to Eddy Murphy and his farmer friends. We sold them because we were running out of time. We sold them for 33% of what we paid for them because the same reason. So we ditched the bikes, after the best ride is the world, and overnight trained to the best place in the world.
Posted on: Sun, 20 Oct 2013 01:23:05 +0000
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