On the ride from Da Lat to Nha Trang we found our “Oh Well” moment. That time in the trip where you’re down to one option and it’s not a good one. The mountains brought us cold, rain, fog, and a bit of hail. The cold chattered our teeth, the rain fogged our goggles so we had to take them off, the fog stopped us from seeing busses until the last two seconds, and the hail was literally in our eyes. We couldn’t ride back and there was nowhere to stop. Oh well. Coming down out of the weather a couple hours later was like milk after a habanero.
Rob tangled in a poncho: