Da Lat, Vietnam

For anyone who is just checking into my blog now, I have been on a motorcycle jounrey riding from the south of Vietnam to the North. So far, Da Lat is the last place we’ve stayed and we’ve already been to Ho Chi Minh and Mui Ne.

Da Lat has been the best driving experience by far. There were still very sketchy times where I thought that I was put in every circumstance that a motorcycle driver would dread. In all the views were worth it.


The “s curves” along the mountain were a blast, but every time I looked over into the distance I was reminded that there is a straight drop on the other side… after several unexpected hours of driving, stopping to fix Adams broken bike rack (thanks to my added baggage), and once again finding ourselves driving at night, we made it to our hostel around 10:00 pm. We stayed at the Dalat BackPackers Hostel. Apparently you can only stay there if you’re anything besides Vietnamese, Russians and Chinese (because they are supposedly “too much to handle.”) This is the only time I’ve ever heard that Americans are easier to deal with (not obnoxious) I’ll take it! 


We had a free welcome dinner the second night we were there which was really interesting. It was only vegetarian food, so we went out for spicy chicken pizza afterwards. We met a cool German couple that had the welcome dinner with us and we learned that they just graduated high school and were traveling day by day, which is an awesome experience for them at that age! 


During our stay in Da Lat, Enzo and I took it easy because he ended up getting a pretty bad cut in his ankle/foot that turned into an infection. So, while Adam went canyoneering, we went to the nearest hospital in Da Lat to try and seek some actual medical advice in stead of treating it on our own. 


We took it easy that day and got a butt load of prescriptions and chilled at a coffee shop. (Sorry, I’m sure you’d much rather hear about canyoneering).


The night before we left we went out to dinner to the Artist Alley. It has a mixture of western and Vietnamese food, and I would recommend trying the wine made in Da Lat.


The owner created all of the artwork that’s inside of the restaurant and on the second floor (where we sat) there is an acoustic guitarist that softly played music in the background. 


It was a really nice change to the usual street food on kiddy chairs and tables. 


After dinner, we made it a goal to visit this “maze bar” we were told about. It’s called 100 Floors. It is basically this building that turns into a creepy man-made cave with the most unsafe building materials, so of course we had to go because there’s no way we could find anything this unregulated and unique in the states. 


After crawling through holes and walking up and down stairs in neon lights and then complete darkness, while trying not to spill our drinks, we reached this area that opened up to a group of people. Everyone at this table knew Adam because they all had gone canyoneering together. We grabbed a seat with them and played some games and talked until the place closed.

When we got moved out of the maze bar, we went to look for another place, but everything was closed. We said our goodbyes and parted to our hostels. 

The next morning we planned to wake up early and head out to our next destination- Phan Rang.
~ M + H

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