If you follow Nicolas for a little while, you know that buses are always conducive to adventure Nicolas. After the bus in India, the bus in Mexico, Bolivia bus, the bus here in a village in Vietnam.
The idea came after realizing that the long weekend day of the year would be a good time to visit a small village in central Vietnam. Buon Ma Thuot. Nobody went and nobody will ... where about. It is the capital of coffee. Vietnam is the 2nd largest coffee exporter behind Brazil. And this city is THE city when it comes to coffee. It is also the gateway to the largest national park in Vietnam. So it is with a monster geule wood that I start on 1 January 2010, with 2 Vietnamese, 1 Philipinoise, two Japanese, one Dutch and one Belgian.
There, we rented small bikes and we traveled the countryside, jungle and small villages deep in the mountains. We rode an elephant, market and drank lots and lots of coffee. So it was good but the problem is that there was no bus for the return. I had the good sense to me booker important meetings on Monday morning. I must go home. Thus, setting 1 was a bus at 20h in the evening. It was actually a chair in a bus lane as it was full. The bus would arrive in Saigon at night to Monday morning at 6am and then go to work. Well, we cancel the Plan 1. Plan 2, it is a ticket Sunday morning at 7am. I would take alone because there is only one ticket. The problem is that it is suspicious that a guy wants to sell me the ticket.
I chose plan 2 and the guy suspicious.
At 7am, the guy is supposed to take me to my hotel. It is here, at 7:01 am. He says he wants m'enmener breakfast. I want to know anything. It is with 2 other guys ladle. He told me that the bus is in 1 h and that has plenty of time. (More and more dubious). So we will lunch. He uses his limited English to ask me some questions. On''chatter''. Then I have absolutely taste the coffee in his stepmother. I reached her house, the lady is very happy to see me. Serves me coffee. I was introduced to the brother. The suspicious guys just wanted to practice his English. Since there are not many aliens who are traveling there, they are all nice bin. I have both eyes in the fat of bine and I just want my sacred camp at the CR & S * The bus arrives. I enter, they make me all big adios. The guy was on the verge of tears. I feel when 1am, I became one of his best friend. Weird. I am still affected. But that's where the story begins. The bus.
It's more a big mini-van. I have a corner of a bench. It's filled with people of the villages. Hygiene is something that varies widely among cultures. You can not imagine how. I'll try here to give you the highlights.
- Journey time: 9:30
- 1 single
30min break - no air conditioning
- 25 people in a van with a capacity exceeding 18
- The two guys on either side of me smoking.
- There's a baby
Braille - It passes through dirt roads and dust enters the bus
- I 'm probably one of the only foreigners to be seen in the last 5 years and everyone stares at me.
Those who must see to believe, take a look: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rNE3BVx5VUM
For added realism, will run under the sun for 2 hours, take your shoes tape them to your face, give you sticks in the knees and put on C $% S Pocket Vietnamese music in the ears.
I returned home quite Magaña.
you soon!
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