Riding my bicycle across Vietnam
Nothing much to report from today. Some highlights: a relaxed morning that I didn’t feel guilty about, slow and repetitive pedal strokes, dodging some surprise raindrops by pulling into the living room of two nice Vietnamese men and munching on some Creamos sitting on a plastic stool watching raindrops fall, and starting to come to terms with being so close to the end.
Certainly this meditation did not all come about today, but rather in bits and spurts throughout the whole trip. But, now is as good of a time to write about it as ever. Simply put, this trip has been awesome. My bike ride through Vietnam has taken the better part of a year to plan - from logistics to safety and contingency plans to everything in between. There was a lot of buildup, but the payout is worth it. I’m out here, maneuvering my bike and very few possessions through Vietnam: new, old, urban, rural, rich, poor, hot, cold, steep and flat, tired and awake, but always excited, always with eyes wide open, and always with an understanding of just how lucky I am.
Now, the trip is not quite over yet. I still have a sizable amount of time left here and a couple of other adventures up my sleeve - but with every pedal stroke the biggest, most important chunk is approaching an end. My charge to myself is to be excited by the destination, that is only appropriate, but to continue to be even more captivated by every second I get to spend on the Vietnamese tarmac.