So we continued to ride through the Central Highlands past pepper, corn, coffee, casava and sugarcane fields. Every 5 mins I saw a white light as we narrowly missed an oncoming bus or overtook a van that was simultaneously overtaking a truck.
I developed an exit strategy in case of collision - jump into the bush. There are these rows of little 40cm tall concrete pillars 150x150 on the roadside every now and then. If I jumped into one of those there'd be in a world of hurt.
Traded in the bad motorscooter for more traditional transportation at Lake Lac. As we plodded along I looked past the driver's body and couldn't help thinking the back of Babar's head looked like a massive set of nuts.
Visited the palace of the last King, Bao Dai, in Dalat. Inside is dated and opulent wih strong french influence and high ceilings. From the outside the palace looks like a NYC ghetto housing complex.
Took some time out to bathe in the King's mud bath in Nha Trang.
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