Previously I wrote about the process of buying a motorcycle in Saigon (here), but in the next few posts I’ll lay out our route: from Saigon to Hanoi. Our route took us through the mountains, the jungle, and along the beach. We rode a total of 2,415 km (about 1,500 miles), broken into 14 rides. Maintenance on the bike during the ride totaled about $16, and we had to bribe one cop about $10. Overall it was one of the best experiences of my life, and I think everyone should do it.
Ho Chi Minh City, or as it was known before 1975: Saigon is the jam. I really fucking love this place. It’s one of the only true 24 hour cities in the world. Seriously, New York definitely sleeps compared to HCMC. The day we arrived we were exhausted, but agreed to meet a friend for dinner and a quick drink. I planned on being sound asleep by 10 pm. Flash forward hours, and many beers, later, and I’m sitting in a cafe in the center of the city staring at my watch in disbelief. It’s 6am? How the fuck did that happen? The traffic never let up, the street vendors never went home, the bars never closed, and all of the restaurants were still open. Consider my mind blown.