Waking up in Da Lat has to be one of my favorite parts of this trip. The roosters get a nice start at around 5:30am but I'm too exhausted to care. Silver clouds fill the sky and color our bedroom in a sort of cozy haze. I slowly move out of a much needed horizontal position and get my lazy, sore bum out of bed to investigate the breakfast situation.
I want to go to there.
Okay, I *really* want to go to there. I could live in a baguette.
Initial prospects look good. Eggs, baguettes, and bananas. Simple but tasty. Wait, are those avocados? And PEANUT BUTTER?! I've found my new home. Breakfast is family style so you're free to just go nuts. I smash some fried eggs and avocado into a baguette and just as delicately insert it into my face. The peanut butter is homemade with a bit of honey added. I've never tried crack but I suspect this is more addictive. I make two peanut butter, banana, and jam sandwiches and what follows is reminiscent of that one scene from Alien. Not the scene in which the xenomorphs feast on human flesh but rather when Sigourney Weaver eats a PB&J on the food deck. It might have been from the rare extended director's cut. At any rate, this is the best breakfast I've had in a long time. All of this nutrition gives me the energy I need to laze about all day long. My bum is ever grateful for this.
The following rest day we do the opposite of rest and check out more of Da Lat mountainous features through a canyoneering excursion with Tin's tour company. Our guides take us down the mountainside by hiking, rappelling, wading, and even water-sliding downriver. Rapping down a waterfall was quite a rush as the water threatens to push your feet out from under you. We saw several people ahead of us faceplant into the rocky surface, but fortunately the Groovy Gecko crew had much more success. It was definitely challenging to optimize friction on such a slick surface, but I managed to scoot down without injury. What a great way to get hungry! Also, the exercise involved was a welcome experience. I know I won't be getting much while sitting on a bike for two weeks.
Down you go.
Pft, whatever.
Demonstrating a proper fall.
One of the falls offered a nice place to practice some cliff jumping. You know, for any real life scenario when you'd need to jump off of a cliff:
It's hard to tell if Michael ever gets tired. This guy has infinite energy.
It is going to be hard to say goodbye to this place, especially to our good friends! We're both heading up to Hanoi, so perhaps our paths will converge for a third time.
Journey stats: <1 km traveled to find food. As it should be.
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