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  • Two Canadians and a Scouser.
    2000 KM on a rickety Honda.
    Dodgy roads, crazy commuters - carrying book shelves, panes of glass, whole families on a moped!
    Ho Chi Min trial, gruelling schedule to Hanoi.
    Rip me off! It's been a few hours since someone has tried to take more than their fair share.
    Canadian lads think it's a race - ego, ego, ego - oh thanks for sending me off the road as a truck comes round the corner. Of course we lose each other ... i head on by myself. We have spent the last two and a half months together.
    I navigate rainy mountains, paddy fields, lethal traffic - bus heading for me - "What side of the road is he on?"
    Waving school kids, i'm a celeb! Half point is Hue ... Hello again! Canadian lads thought I was dead - had Face-booked my girlfriend and called the hospitals.
    We have a final night in Hue and say our goodbyes, I don't want to leave the south and the sunshine.
    I leisurely take my time and put my bike on the buss for the last 600km to Hanoi.
    I'm too sore, too old and I know the weather sucks up North.
    Take the bike back in the morning - Hello - it's the Canadians ... we take Jacob to the airport.
    Hanoi for nine days and then home to Liverpool.
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