Easy-rider

Easy-riders are a group of boys, well men, who take tourist on unique tours around the country side on the back of their motorbikes.
I couldn't think of a better way to see Dalat. Nothing nicer than whizzing around, in the cold, around winding mountain roads, in the rain, on the back of a motorbike. You see that's Dads fault as he bred it in to us to become a bunch of motorbike loving thrill seekers. He still hasn't grown out of it himself.
Hung picked me up early in the morning and we went zooming through the country side stopping at waterfalls, mountain tops, silk and mushroom farms, and for a good feed on a local dish. We stopped at a restaurant somewhere in the middle of no where and I was treated to soup. What happens is that a hot plate is placed in front of you with a broth style liquid bubbling away inside. Then they bring you a plate over flowing with leafy greens and another filled with bits of meat and other cow bits. I didn't ask. Then a large bowl of rice noodles and little bowls for each person eating. So what next? Hung put the noodles into my little bowl, the meat into the broth, followed by the greens. And away it bubbled. Minutes latter I was hoeing into a yummy soup with a chilly sauce to dip into. But there was so much food I almost exploded and it's rude not to eat all that is offered to you. Like Italians they don't take no for an answer and are offended if you say it. I was really worried I was going to be so full I was going to be unable to stay upright on the back of the bike. Or breathe. To top it all off I was the only female in the place and this was causing quite a stir. There were two groups of very drunk men all competing for my attention. Each table took it in turns to send someone over to talk to me and offer me a "bottoms up" drink of beer. If someone says to you in Vietnam " bottoms Up" they mean exactly that. There's no polite sip of alcohol to make them happy and turn them away. They are insistent and it takes all ones might to get them to retreat back to their drunken mates at their table. After a few attempts I was glad that Hung told them, I have no doubt, to piss off.
Back on the bike after hefty feed and it started to rain. If you don't know. My favorite thing was to ride around on Luigi, my beloved bike, getting absolutely drenched and risking life and limb on slippery roads. So, I was a pig in mud. Literally. We ended up at "The Crazy House". It's designed by a local female architect who I'm sure had a love of Alice in Wonderland. This place is a living version of that. It's also a bed and breakfast and the rooms are all theamed and just as bazaar as each other. There's even a garden with life size spider webs and mushrooms bigger than me. Even life size Dutch dolls that you can pull apart. I was quite wonderful and thought Leesa would love it!
Well that was the end of day one. Such a success that I booked for the next. Which was all pretty much the same thing. Zooming around on the back of the motorbike, through the country side, enjoying the cold and the rain.
Ahhhh Life is so good.