I only had 120 km to Hanoi. Most of it was surprisingly rural, considering how close to the capital I was. I went up mountains, and past fields and limestone cliffs. The fields grew corn and vegetables, not rice.

It was cold on my motorbike, and I shivered. It was not an enjoyable ride. And it wasn’t that scenic. I only took one picture. The final stretch was on dusty roads full of trucks. The road became a wide avenue going into Hanoi. Traffic was light, but people drove like idiots, cutting me off frequently.

I made it to the maze of the Old Quarter, and checked into my hotel. My ride across Vietnam had come to a successful conclusion.

Now I had to go back to Saigon. The long way. Through Laos.

I'm Terry, former cubicle-dweller, and now traveler, photographer, writer, and entrepreneur. I quit my job in 2014 to travel to US national parks, then to South East Asia. I write about independent, flexible, long-term, budget travel. Sign up to my newsletter to get the latest news on what I'm up to. I hope you join me on my trek around the world.

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