HCMC Dining Guide

Thursday, April 11, 2013

H2H 2013 Day 7: A breeze

The ride from Pho Chau to Huong Khe was the shortest so far - just 54 kms. We completely crushed it, with the first few riders arriving at our hotel by 10:30. We were on the Ho Chi Minh Highway the whole way, which meant more beautiful rice paddies and distant mountains.

 Huong Khe is one of my favorite towns that we stop in during H2H, mostly thanks to the nice hotel and the lake a few minutes down the road. We were there so early we barely even knew what to do with ourselves. After dropping off a huge pile of filthy laundry at the reception desk several of us ambled around town.
 In front of a shop we noticed a strange sight - a baby playing with a cookie container in what was basically a cage.
 Even stranger, considering how quiet this town is, was the $500,000 Rolls-Royce being washed a few feet away. The striking disparity between these two images left us dumbfounded, and is the type of bizarre inequality you can really only find in a developing country.

 Eventually we convened around the lake with several cases of Huda beer, Vietnam's best, and played several different drinking games.

 This was a great way to kill the afternoon, as there is no better way to bond as a team than drinking heavily around a set of plastic tables. Once the sun set we went in search of dinner, and several of us decided on a place serving fried rice. Some genius in our group decided to start buying bottles of rice wine, and things got a bit messy from there.


  1. Glad you all had an easy day Mike, but I must say...

    "...bizarre inequality you can really only find in a developing country." - say what???

    Don't be silly - that child was sitting (seemingly quite happily) in what is called a "playpen" in the States. A harmless contraption that keeps little ones safe from... crawling to poke fingers in electrical sockets 'n such whilst Papa is nearby washing the aforementioned Rolls-Royce.

    Geesh, hardly "bizarre inequality" (with the babe's older sister right there to keep the little guy company). Shoot, a million American kids (albeit a tad more stylishly with spritely icons of Micky Mouse and friends festooned on the frame) happily play in such "cages" each and every day.

  2. I wouldn't call that a cage. It's more like a homemade playard.

  3. Please spare me the self righteous indignation! Have you forgotten America is where 1% of the population owns more than 50% of its wealth?

  4. Sheesh, calm down everybody. It was just a personal observation.