No man’s land, but we brought MacGyver

Gibson goes Gulu

We rose and shone in Da Lat, and scoped out our route along the Ho Chi Minh trail to Buon Ma Thuot. The day started off pretty well: all geared up with our new modifications and rested bods. But in the time it takes to say “This is awesome!”, it soon went to, pardon my language, sh*t. We lost the crew again at the beginning, and Nick and I rode off alone. And “rode-off” was unfortunately very literal here. I thought I had been through everything on day one. I was so smug about it, too. How naïve I was. Maybe I had mastered all road terrain, but these potholes were craters if I’ve seen any. I have no idea how they even got so big without heavy machinery and sick idea of practical jokes. It certainly didn’t help that the rain had turned them all into murky ponds of…

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