Day 2 - Vietnamese Farmers Butcher a Water Buffalo
The sun was beginning to set before we realized our mistake. Coming upon a crossroads the afternoon of our second day in Vietnam we had followed the directions of three locals. As it turns out, our poor command of Vietnamese tones (or was it the lack of geographical sense so common in Asia?) led us completely astray. And now it appeared the onset of darkness was prepared to make us pay for our mistake. Having already cycled more than 8 hours, we suddenly found ourselves at least 20 kilometers from the nearest town with a guest house. Refusing to despair, primarily because of Charlie's eternal optimism, we set to the task of finding the perfect farmers hut where we could beg to be taken in for the night. Much to our suprise, we instead came across an entire village gathered for the butchering of a water buffalo. The perfect opportunity to make friends before it got too dark to find our way.

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