That time we got lost. Really lost… But we got to see a sunset and sunrise deep in the central highlands of Vietnam in an area where foreigners are not allowed to venture because of tribal clashes. Woke up to this view and had to find a way to cross the river. For the second time. Found a small boat to take us across for around $1. Luckily there were some other locals who also wanted to cross so we split it four ways. Four of us and a motorbike loaded with our massive rice sacks and camera gear set across the river on this *tiny* boat. But we made it. On the other side some guys enjoying their breakfast started laughing as we drove our motorbike off the boat on the far shore… like, where the hell are these guys coming from, what are they doing here? We laughed at ourselves with them and that’s when we ate some grilled fish and drank some rice wine for breakfast (at 8am). One of the guys asked me where I was from, and I told him “United States”. He laughed even harder and told me he was Mặt trận (Viet Cong) during the American War and was proud of that (he was still wearing his faded green jacket), and filled my cup with more rice wine and told me to drink.
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