on May 13, 2012
Images from our trip through the Central Highlands of Vietnam. Check’t. Shit’s real.
Everybody mugging for photos.
Fleece fitting.
Rad road.
This is the mother in the temple in Nha Trang.
Some alien script.
This kid is all about buffalos and suede elbow patches. He was mesermised by Josh.
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Josh just noticed that the woman serving his food has an ENORMOUS erection.
Rice.
Sometimes, when a cop knows what’s right in this crazy, mixed up world, there’s only one thing he can do: go back to… hat-wearing with cat noses. Officer Morgan knows what… it’s gonna take to take this undercover to the next level of cover. UNDER. I’m sorry.
Dam.
Damn….
I think I can hear a pipe leaking somewhere in the distance.
Avocados in vivo!
Banana flower.
I’m nursing my lower lip because I punched myself trying to scrump a banana.
This scrumped banana was bitter and sweet. Bitter because it wasn’t yet ripe and sweet because it was scrumped.
Elephant falls.
Josh approves of this rainbow.
I conquered this and the gods of metal sent me a sign of their approval.
Wading through the jungle or trying to find a quiet place to pee? You decide.
Amazed faces.
The Lion’s Den Falls outside Da Lat. Abandoned and beautiful.
This is, apparently, what native Vietnamese people looked like?
Educational plaques should always refrain from using racial slurs.
The great, white hunter.
We had to pile our bikes into this boat. It was waaaaay safer than the previous boat we piled into.
This looked really fake in person because it was so nice. I’m not sure whether that’s because of the overwhelming filth of Vietnam or just because I’ve never used Irish Spring soap.
That’s my hog.
Awesome, right?
The guys on the left have red hair dye running down their necks. Not blood. Josh is playing in the water with his crocs.
This is some sucker who didn’t have our mad driving chops.
The grave semed like an ill omen. That and the torrents of rain flowing down the canal we were driving in.
This series shows a cloud eating a mountain just outside of this jungle that we punched in the face with our driving skills.
This shit’s real. This is exactly how golden the sky was in this weird-ass town on this weird-ass day.
This is Josh contemplating saving frogs.
I got et.
The lady in black spoke German, which was weird. We had to stop because Josh and Yoon biffed.
We stopped in Gia Nghia.
Tensions built slowly over the trip and erupted with Josh and Yoon’s spectacular 9 hour sit-off, where Yoon eventually out-sat Josh by a margin of only a few minutes. Not many words were shared on the ride home, I can tell you.
A pretty flower near Lion’s Den Falls; a shutdown tourist waterfall that is only nice because it’s derelict and forgotten.
Yoon’s healed up biff-marks from the gravel spill earlier.
Cool temple.
Temple dragon made from broken plates and stuff.
Avalokiteshvera, Guan Am and Guan Yin walk into a bar. They’re followed by several thousand iterations of themselves. There’s a joke in there, somewhere.
Vietnamese countryside. It’s easy to forget that there’s more to Vietnam when you spend most of our time in Saigon.
Dragons!
It’s a giant Avalokitesvara made out of flowers. You may not be able to tell from the picture, but this mother is huge.
Pigs and turtles, living together: mass hysteria.
The body of this dragon is made from old, French beer bottles.
More fucking dragons!
FUCKING DRAGONS.
Our mighty steeds.
This is a diorama of the Buddha’s enlightenment at the foot of the bodhi tree.
Everything the light touches is my kingdom.
The business end of the bell ringer strikes here.
These are the prayers of the devout, stuck outside of a giant bell. That shit really gets the Buddha’s attention.
A cool shot of this cobbled-together temple.
Bonus point if you spot the “No Photography” sign.
It rained the first day. And the second day. We were wet for a hot fucking minute.
This bike has seen some shit.
Smoking pilot.
This kid is humping my back in this photo. He was cold and humping really gets the blood pumping.
This kid could say, “I love you” and had a matching tattoo. That’s the only English he knew, though. He smoked like a champion chimney.
This is us floating several feet above the national highway.
This boat fit seven people, two vespas and our combined fear of rape for 3o minutes.
