Hail to the bus driver man

Without Elvis (I don't know his real name, but because of his jet black hair and jewellery, some have noticed a similarity to The King), we would not be able to navigate these bike, cattle, bike, people, one way sized two way roads. Today's efforts of navigating the mountain roads was impressive.

Anyway, first stop was at the top of a long walk down to a nice little Vietnamese real life village. 

It was a nice walk through and then up a fair amount of steps to some huge caves. 

Awaiting at the bottom of the steps was the local taxi service, or the not very tough local motor bike gang. They had just transported a tour group of immaculately dressed Asians with the women dressed in their most sensible high platform shoes.

Of course, the way back was uphill, and a few of the group opted for the taxi service.

At the obligatory lunch stop, the sweet and sour pork soup was huge, as was the rice it came with.

Praise the Lord, as Annette finally ordered something she didn't complain about. (Editor's note: Annette feels this is an unfair representation)

We then headed for another local village, got to visit inside a local house and just meandered our way through to meet Elvis at the other end. Just lucky to be edging past 10,000 steps to burn off some of the calories.