Day 13 - Kon Tum to Buon Ma Thuot - Burn my throat
On my lonesome again I forced myself back into early starts. After an hour, just south of Pleiko, I stopped for another coffee good enough to warrant the destruction of multiple planets in celebration of its wonder, and a pack of biscuits. Witness the awesomeness-
Today I became obsessed with these strange abused tractor husks, there were so many in different colours, shapes, and sizes, that I began to take way too many photos of what is, essentially, fairly boring junk. Here are some studs showing off to the local ladies on theirs -
The drivers of these junktors are even more careless and nihilistic than your average Vietnamese road user, swinging huge loads into the road without a glance either way, driving at a snails pace dead centre of the road and generally being dangerous dicks. When I spotted a scene where one had t-boned a scooter, leaving a crying man sprawled in the dirt clutching a rather broken looking lower appendage, I rode over for a photo of the offending junktor, but the policeman saw me and shouted 'No photo!'
In fact everything was starting to look a bit Mad Max -
After many dusty towns, I stopped in a forest for a break under a low tarpaulin, where I had some surprisingly tasty boiled corn. From another tent across the road ran a very kind lady to give me a free slice of fresh melon and stare at me. Lovely.
Three hours later, sweaty as an impassioned badger and covered in dirt, I crawled into a hotel in Buon Ma Thuot, where a stunned receptionist expressed her amazement at my voyage and amusement at my bedraggled form.