We went over to her where we got
the bikes we were going to rent for the day.
I haven’t really ridden a bicycle in probably like seven years, so I was
kind of nervous to try it again but it really is true what they say about never
forgetting how to ride a bike. We
started riding and it wasn’t too bad, but then we got to the main street. You know how I said that the streets and
driving were crazy and scary? Well it
got even worse when you’re actually riding through it yourself. There were so many cars and motorcycles and
everything was just chaotic. There were
numerous times that I felt like I was going to crash into something or I didn’t
feel comfortable enough on the bike that I stepped off and walked the
bike. I felt so bad for Braden, because
if you take how I felt and multiplied it by 20 that’s probably how he was
feeling because he had never learned how to ride a bike. I can’t even imagine how scary it would be if
that was your first experience riding a bike, which is probably part of the
reason why he called it quits after trying to get through the town.
The rest of us continued to
follow Wendy as she went down what seemed to be very random streets and
paths. We eventually ended up going on a
dirt/rock path that was very bumpy and kind of like mountain biking terrain (I
don’t really know what mountain biking terrain is like, but I would imagine
that this was pretty close or at least a beginner version of mountain
biking). The entire time we were biking
I had no clue where we were going, but it was fun to just be in the outskirts
of the town where I hardly saw other people.
We even randomly stopped and Wendy went and picked us some mandarin
oranges from a tree of some farm (which were amazingly delicious). We then continued our bike tour until we got
to the “highway” (I only put them in quotes because it isn’t like the highways
I think of back home where they are like 3 lanes across, rather it was like
highway 93 in Colorado where it was one/sometimes two lanes).
We then rode up toward the
Goldwater Cave which is this big cave (like three levels deep) that has hot
springs and a mud bath thing inside. The
cave walls were lit up with all sorts of different colored lights which made it
look pretty cool and would accentuate the formation of the stalagmites and
stalactites. There was also a name for
practically every inch of the caves. It
was almost like someone was looking at the caves, like they would look at
clouds, and just come up with a name for some weird, abstract formation that
they would see. Many of them were very
obvious like one was called broccoli because it looked like broccoli (and was
lit up green) and one was called the frog prince because it looked like a giant
frog kind of puckering its lips. There were times when I would not understand
where the name came from; it would be like me looking at the wall and saying to
myself, “I don’t see the upside down unicorn on a pogo stick.” There was one that was called the “Rebirth
Hole” which you could crawl through.
Allie, Rachel, and I decided we wanted to crawl through it and found
that it was a lot tighter than we were anticipating, but it was still pretty
fun to climb around in the caves. We
then continued our tour through the caves and walked by the hot springs and mud
bath but didn’t get in (now I kind of wish I had brought a bathing suit to try
it out).
We got out to the bikes and
started to ride again. As soon as my
butt hit the bicycle seat I could feel that my butt was starting to get tender
from the seat, so I knew that the rest of the day had the potential to be
really rough. We headed down the highway
a bit until we reached a little restaurant on the side of the road. When we dismounted our bikes and went to go
sit down we saw Moon Hill which is basically a rock formation where there is a
half circle missing from the middle and it makes it look like a moon… fancy
that! We ate lunch at the little restaurant and then Wendy asked if we wanted
to visit her home. I, being a kind of
paranoid person, was just imagining some sort of story like Taken playing out where she takes us to
her house and then these men jump out from behind the door and kidnap us. I figured that wouldn’t happen but the
imagination is a powerful thing.
We biked to her house which was this cement
building. We walked in and the first
thing I see is a chicken walking around.
For those of you who know me, you can just imagine how I reacted to that
thing, but I made it safely into the house.
The first room was just an open space with a refrigerator, table, TV,
pictures on the wall, and a beat up couch.
Wendy gave us some more mandarin oranges that she had picked from her
backyard earlier, and I’m not exaggerating when I say that there were probably
40-50 oranges in the bag she handed us, so I felt no shame in eating multiple
oranges. As we were indulging in the
sweet fruit, she pulled out this funkily-shaped thing. It looked kind of like a giant pear but at
the same time I have never seen any fruit like it before. Apparently it’s called pomadoro fruit or
something like that. Wendy used this
huge machete looking knife to cut through the extremely thick skin of the
fruit, and then she took the skin and wore it around as a hat which looked
goofy. After some effort we finally got
to the center where the good stuff was.
The fruit didn’t have too much taste to it, but the texture was weird
because it had these thick stringy parts to it. It was weird.
As we were eating the fruit the chicken decided to walk inside the house
and I swear it was staring me down. It
walked around the outskirts of the group and I made sure to stay on the
opposite side of the cluster of people to avoid the demon bird. Right when I was near the door and the bird
was on the other side of the room, Wendy then decided to try to shoo the bird
outside the door… right toward me. Needless
to say I had a slight freak out moment when the bird flew in my direction.
We left Wendy’s house with full bellies and fresh
legs. We rode toward this place called
Butterfly Caves which is notorious for a giant butterfly sculpture thing on the
side of the cave. We went through the
caves until we got to this stretch that was lined with numerous bells of all
different sizes. As people walked
through they would hit the bells with a mallet.
After the path of bells there was this suspended bridge that we had to
cross. On the other side there was a
path of stairs we could take to get to a scenic spot. At this point I was extremely hot and tired,
but I slowly made it up all of the stairs to the top which provided a pretty
awesome view of the surrounding area. We
took some pictures and then made our way down toward this performance
area. In this area some of the locals
that were part of a minority Dong group would put on shows of their traditional
dances and singing. The outfits of the
performers were very extravagant. The
women would have these huge crown-like head pieces and necklace things that
would be completely silver, and the dresses that were worn were vibrantly
colored. There were many dancers and
singers, but my favorite performance was this young man who walked out carrying
a little branch with a few leaves on it.
He got to the center of the stage where he plucked a single leaf off the
branch and strategically placed it in his hands. He brought his hands to his mouth and started
to play the leaf like an instrument matching the pitches of the background
music and playing the melody with perfect precision. It was quite impressive how he could hit all
of the notes with a stinkin’ leaf. At
the very end we were allowed to get on the stage with all of the dancers and do
a dance. The dance reminded me of the
Jewish dance where you hold hands with your neighbors and walk in a
circle. It was pretty fun. After that we got back on our bikes to head
back to town.
We got back to the hostel and met up with Braden to
get some dinner. We wandered around the
town and chose a random restaurant to eat at.
I decided to try some sort of duck dish since I figured it would
probably be decent, but when I got it every chunk of duck had more bones than
meat. It was very difficult to eat any
of the dish, so I was slightly disappointed.
Braden said that I got “river shrimped,” so I guess we have a new term
for getting gypped with food.
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