The plethora of hills and valleys that separate Lak Lake from Dalat.
Coming from the semi-remote Lak Lake, I've apparently hit the back road into town. Weaving and pothole-ridden, this lurching beast of a highway rises to mountain crowns with golden views of the green furnace below, parched and ripe at the same time. As the elevation rises into Dalat, temperatures cool and the road is lined with pines, their crisp smell helping me along. Not much further to go now, maybe only 300 K or so until Ho Chi Minh City.
I spend my days here wandering the city and its outskirts, even finding a lake for some respite from the bustle that even consumes this relatively quiet place. Nothing of any significance happens and I'm happy for that; the bike and its status are a constant worry. It was dirt cheap already and that was 1500 K ago. Been rubbin' her tank for good luck and crossing my fingers ever time I hear an odd sound from this beast that I have no ability to fix.
Dalat's "Crazy House"is the work of architect Dang Viet Nga. It is designed in the likeness of a Banyan tree with staircases and walkways weaving their way along its length. Inside a labyrinth of stalactite infused hallways whose walls have a peculiar effect on perception, as though melting on themselves, are free to explore. Rooms found along dark corridors and around bends are equally eclectic as the structure itself featuring odd statues with bright red eyes, statues of mythological animals, that stand eerily in corners.
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