D Ran to Can Rham 101km
Can Rham to Nha Trang 53km
Not long after midnight, I get up to pee, which is really good news, as it means I'm hydrating, and my system still is in working order. During the day, peeing doesn't happen too often, it doesn't matter how much I drink, so it's good to have this sort of reassurance. Any way, I'm awake, so read some stuff on my Samsung Galaxy Note, but it's low on power, so I get up and plug it in to a power socket. Now I'm hungry, I'm always hungry, so I grab some biscuits, and munch away, while reading my book. Biscuits are finished, and I'm about to look for my water bottle, and I notice that the charge light on the power socket is not glowing red. I get up to check it........ CRASH.
I'm sprawled out between the beds, and a little disorientated. I've finally woken Ju and she pokes her head over the edge of the bed as I crawl up the mattress. She's a Paramedic, so she always responds with speed and efficiency. Are you okay? I've hurt my elbow. My head hurts. My neck is really sore. Okay. Lie still. Let's have a look. (she has my torch off my head and is giving me a once over). Can't see anything wrong with your elbow. Do these pillows have roses on them? I think I'll turn on the lights........Sh$#$. There's blood everywhere on the floor. Damn, those are not roses, it's coming from your head......
Then she switched into Professional mode. I was wrapped, strapped, and packed by an expert. Lots of good drugs, lots of loving attention, lots of comforting cuddles.......and then she went to sleep.
Blood has been spilt.
The muscles in my neck are in spasm, and really painful but the drugs take over, and my body starts to relax. But I can't sleep. Ju, can you please get me my Samsung Galaxy Note? Bother. It has a huge cracked right across the screen......but it still works. Ju is sleeping again.
I am reading the incredibly supportive responses to my latest blog. I am sore, I am tired, I am scared......and I'm crying. Why are you crying? Where is it hurting? Do you need more drugs? My wonderful lady is awake again.
Tears have flowed.
The intention was to head towards the coast today. Da Lat was a possibility in Ju's plans, but we realized it was pretty high up, and very touristy, and then yesterday we meet Ivan, a Russian, who has been teaching English ( 20 classes of 55 pupils, all at the same level, per week) and Russian, in a Chinese city of 5 million people, part of a conglomerate of cities with 300 million people. Anyway, Ivan had cycled, well he pushed his bike for four hours up hill, and all he had on it was a small sleeping bag, and a day pack, up from the coast to Da Lat. After the first hill, four hours, he hitched a lift. He warned us that it was pretty dashed steep.......so we decided to skip Da Lat.
Looking at the map, which showed an intense section of squiggles, we were expecting a bit of a climb, but if the worse happened, there was another village 30km along the way, and we could stop there, depending how we felt, and how my neck and shoulders held out....... Surprise...... The squiggles were a downhill. 16km of wonderfully smooth, flowing bends, descending 1500m, and my body was behaving, under heavy dosages of drugs. Flow, flow, flow. And good views.
And Ju was educated. A bus was broken down about a third of the way up the hill. It was full of wedding guests, dressed in their finery. The men were up the front, peeing in the bushes. The women, were down the back, in the ditch, wedding garb hoisted.
Surprisingly, there was very little Sweat today. We've been blessed with a cool wind in our face. Who would have thought, long straights with head winds, a blessing. And for the first time since crossing from Malaysia into Thailand, it's raining. Not hard, but wetting.....and cooling.
We meet one of the very few grumpy Asians of my trip. The lady at the hotel was not having a good day. But giving Fiona a good clean before rolling the rig into the hotel foyer helped.....a little. She wasn't too happy with our wetness either, but I figured stripping all my wet stuff off in the foyer wouldn't get me too many "lovely man" votes, so just snuck up quietly to our shower.
Only 50km into Nha Trang today, some on a very busy Highway 1, some of it following the much quieter coast road. Their is a lot of development happening....New resorts and hotels, but the road is good, and being Sunday, reasonably quiet. Even Nha Trang is quiet, but full of Russians, and most of the signage is in Russian script......wow. Every day, something new learnt.