I thought I had seen what there was to see in Vietnam. I thought I had captured the best of the best beautiful scenery that Vietnam had to offer. Boy was I dead wrong.
My mind has been blown over the past couple of days with sights that are the most dazzling parts of my best dreams. Views that took my breath away, and motorcycle roads that are the best I have ever ridden.
Hanoi to Ha Giang started to remind me how much I enjoy the calmer less bustling peaceful towns.
People I had met and talked to from Southern Vietnam had said how the North was their favorite. When I set off the next day the roads remained wonderfully empty with enticing mountains coming into view.
Look at those babies! They surely have some cool secrets.
Coming up to Heavens gate I couldn’t help but have my mouth open at the scale of the mountains all around me.
Breathtaking! To my utter excitement the roads took the most sweet, lovely, curving route up, up, and even further up. I was beaming! I couldn’t help but want everyone to be able to do this in person. I was stopping everywhere, just saying “WOW!” over and over.
The road kept climbing with more lovely switchbacks.
With some coolness from the elevation I slowly rode by farmers, kids on bikes, and small towns at the top of these mountains. At one nice little coffee break I met Megan, Erika, and Maarten from Holland. They were on a guided tour and invited me to ride with them. Off we set down the mountain a stop at some very anatomically shaped landmarks.
The road from here kept getting better and better. There is so much to just try and take in. What is it they say again? A picture is worth a thousand words. COMMENCE THE beautiful pictures DUMP!
We kept riding right on the edge of the cliffs, with our hearts racing from the unparalleled beauty around us.
It was really cool being able to join their group with the local guides knowing everyone at these unique stops from doing the trip so many times. With the bridge (above) we stopped and sat down for some tea that this lady was selling for about 25 cents a cup. The guides were chatting it up like old friends. I felt so disappointed that I wasn’t able to connect with people like you can knowing the language.
So many things to appreciate as you slowly motor along, like the people swimming down at the river, the locals with their kids, and especially the truly magnificent surroundings.
I cannot believe I hadn’t heard about this enchanting fairy tale of a place and heavenly motorcycle roads before, and hope that it doesn’t change. I am thankful to say I have seen a lot and this place really raises the bar.
I am going to break these picture heavy posts up and work on the next one right now.