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| From 24 Mar 2010 |
“It’s about 15 minutes to the Bridge”, the Receptionist tells me.
“Walking or running?”, I ask as she giggles; scanning my attire with a tilting glance.
Her timing summarises the speed at which people move in South East Asia perfectly; I’d cover a mile walking at normal pace in that time – my watch, however, tells me it’s just under a Kilometre. I’ll be lapping again then, and heading to the river I feel uplifted; the Vietnamese have laid pavements along the banks. Great stuff; it’s like running at home, save the 34 degrees Celsius and 80% humidity.
Finding the first bridge, I can bypass underneath instead of worrying about the plethora of two-wheeled machines crossing the road. My sister’s right; it is indeed like Frogger, though far more difficult and there’s no back on the joystick. There’s a myriad of masked faces looking at me from their bikes as I cross the bridge; locals setting up stalls for the evening smile and greet me by nodding, saluting or waving – it’s like being in a race, the support is great to keep motivation levels high. Three laps later and I can’t face a fourth; my water has expired and I’m drenched in my own salty coolant. I’m raindrop-shower bound.
Hué 7K
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| From 24 Mar 2010 |
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| From 24 Mar 2010 |
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| From 24 Mar 2010 |
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| From 24 Mar 2010 |
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