Road bike Vietnam to Hochiminh trails

LEAVING VINH BENEATH low-slung black clouds, we pedal through miles of rice paddies dimpled with rain. In some, water buffalo, huge horns swept flatly backward, plod through the mud pulling scrawny men balanced barefoot on wooden harrows. In others, rows of bent-back women in bright blouses and conical hats, green rubber boots calf-deep in the mud, plant rice seedlings. Still other fields have already sprouted into blankets of brilliant green. Rice, rice, and more rice. Domesticated in China more than 9,000 years ago, rice is the staple for half of the world’s seven billion people. Throughout  Cycling Vietnam, especially in villages, it’s part of every meal.

“I don’t know we going right way,” Chung says, stopping in the rain at a fork in the road surrounded by sopping rice paddies. Sue tells him to simply ask the rice farmers. They straighten up, grin at us, and point.

We pass through another village with a statue of Ho Chi Minh in the square. Ho died in 1969 and is officially worshipped by the Vietnamese. As we will discover, hagiographic statues of Ho stand in the center of countless towns, and Jesus-like portraits of him, or Lenin-like busts, can be purchased in almost every shop.

We arrive in Huong Khe at dark, covered in mud, soaking wet, hypothermic. Too cold to camp, we find a cheap hotel and take turns standing in the hot shower. The next morning we meet uniformed, one-armed Ong helping his granddaughter sell fried-egg baguettes to kids on their way to school. It is noon by the time he has finished telling his story and we are cycling again.

Sue, the strongest, is in the lead as always, her fierce little legs pumping like pistons, followed by me, followed by Chung, his feet splayed on the pedals like a little boy. Compared with the bikes that carried loads of 400-plus pounds along this jungle corridor, ours are featherlight—15 pounds of gear that includes a tent, sleeping bag, a change of clothes, and a rain jacket. Having bicycled all over the world, Sue and I are perplexed by modern tourers so burdened with heavy bags that all the élan, fleetness, and magic of two wheels is crushed. “Like pedaling a motorcycle,” Sue once said. “What’s the point?”

We are entering the Truong Son, or the Annamite Mountains. The higher we ride, the more jagged the slopes become. The Annamite Range is predominantly limestone, carved into steeples, towers, and barricades. Yet rainfall is so unceasingly heavy that even the vertical­ walls are thickly forested. All afternoon we push upward, through the bamboo, through barefoot villages of Khe Ve, Yen Lanh, Cha Lo. Switchbacking across a rainforest ­ensnared in vines, we reach the border town just below Mu Gia Pass at dusk. We spend the night in a shotgun hostel filled with sweaty stevedores. Trucks from Laos grind up the pass from the west, clear customs, then have their loads transferred by hand onto Vietnamese trucks. It’s a grim, grimy, vaguely dangerous place. During the war, Mu Gia Pass was identified as a choke point along the Ho Chi Minh Trail and was frequently bombed, yet the pass was so vital to the North Vietnamese supply chain that repairs always began within minutes of the destruction, and it was never closed for more than 24 hours.


Photo: Mark Jenkins

We eat sticky purple rice for dinner, then again in the morning for breakfast before apprehensively spinning up to Vietnam customs. Will they prevent us from riding across to Laos? They hardly look at us. We pay a $1.50 exit fee and bored officials stamp our passports, waving us through. The Laotian checkpoint is even less formal.

In big sweeping curves, we descend out of the vibrant and verdant rainforest onto parched and rain-shadowed plains. After 8 miles we hook left onto a dirt track. There are no signs for the Ho Chi Minh Trail. I have pieced together the route from the declassified military maps in John Prados’s book, The Blood Road: The Ho Chi Minh Trail and the Vietnam War.

It will be a hot, miserable day of riding. We labor for two hours before coming upon the 100-yard-wide Nam Phanang River. Sue rides right into the tumbling current. We take our time pushing across the thigh-deep water, especially Chung, who, still wearing his heavy black vest and red-and-white Viet Cong scarf, seems on the edge of heat exhaustion. On the far side we stop at a roadside shack for cold rice and bottle ­after bottle of lukewarm Fanta. The Laotians here are utterly unlike the Vietnamese.­ They don’t smile or wave or yell “hello.” They stand barefoot in rags and stare at us in suspicious bewilderment. Rolling on, we pass several signs with a skull-and-crossbones symbol, indicating the region is ­contaminated with unexploded ordnance.

cycling vietnam on Hochiminh trails highway

Road bike Vietnam to Hochiminh trails – Its mean peace

March 25, 2013 · by bikingtoursvietnam · in cycling in Vietnam. · Edit

Road bike Vietnam -Ho Chi Minh Trail

It Means Peace

The bicycle, a Vietnamese war veteran explains to the American cyclists pedaling the Ho Chi Minh Trail, “was our secret weapon,” thanks to its simplicity, durability, and versatility—qualities that just might bring the cyclists some ­measure of harmony

Ho Chi Minh Trail

It Means Peace

The bicycle, a Vietnamese war veteran explains to the American cyclists pedaling the Ho Chi Minh Trail, “was our secret weapon,” thanks to its simplicity, durability, and versatility—qualities that just might bring the cyclists some ­measure of harmony.

ByMark Jenkins

Photo: The Truong Son Mountains loom over the Ho Chi Minh Trail (and its riders), just outside of Ban Khok in northeastern Laos. (Mark Jenkins)

HIS EMPTY SLEEVE is folded on his lap. He slips his right hand inside the military suit jacket that is far too large for his shrunken frame and ­removes his ­latest poem. Then with his thin fingers he pours shots of rice wine and grins. His teeth are rotten and stained black from chewing betel nuts. It is 10 a.m. in Huong Khe, a remote ­village in northern Vietnam. He begins reading, in a croaky and halting voice, a poem that ­elegiacally ­describes his invincible spirit during the American war, the poverty of his ­family, his hope for the future when the war would ­finally be won. Ong Phung Minh was 17 in 1957, when he was sent out with the first secret reconnaissance team to find a way for the North Vietnamese to transport troops, arms, ­communications, and supplies far away from the coast, which was ­patrolled by the American Navy.
He nods at our loaded bikes leaning in his doorway. “The route had to be passable for bicycles,” Ong says. “Bicycles were our secret weapon.”
The Vietnam bicycle path he spent four years surveying, mapping, and building would become known as the Ho Chi Minh Trail, the primary supply line for Communist forces. Built at the beginning of the Vietnam War, from 1959 to 1961, then continually expanded during the ’60s, the Ho Chi Minh Trail was never a single thoroughfare but, rather, a vast, ­intricate web of interconnecting porter tracks, paths, streambeds, jeep roads, and tank and truck roads that ran down the spine of the Annamite Mountains (called the Truong Son by the Vietnamese), through the panhandle of Laos, eastern Cambodia, and western Vietnam—and which, it turned out, was best navigated by the versatile bicycle. One bike reportedly carried a record 924 pounds along the 1,000-mile length of the Trail.

Ong Phung Minh, 73, was one of the first scouts on the Ho Chi Minh Trail in 1957. “Everyone suffered,” he says when asked about his missing arm. (Mark Jenkins)

Part of Ong’s job was to reroute the Ho Chi Minh Trail whenever it was damaged by B-52 bombings. When American warplanes would discover and destroy one section, the Trail was simply redirected through the dense, almost impenetrable ­foliage, the jungle canopy concealing­ it from the planes. When a portion ­navigated by truck (the most obvious from the air) was damaged, supplies were reloaded onto ­bicycles that weaved ­invisibly through jungle. At times during the war, it was possible to pedal the length of the Ho Chi Minh Trail, from Hanoi to Saigon, and never once cross into sunshine.
Ong was one of six brothers, all of whom were soldiers in the North Vietnamese Army. Three died during the war, two in ­battle, one from a bomb dropped on his home. “For years and years, there was bombing ­every day,” says Ong, through our interpreter, Vu Chung. “I would say that about half of my friends died in the bombings.” When his left arm was blown off by American­ ­artillery, there were no nearby doctors in the jungle, so he bandaged it himself. He ­explains this not heroically, but as a matter of fact. ­“Everyone suffered,” he says.
After the war, he was given a house, a pension, and three military suits that have lasted him two generations. He slowly gets up from the table and shows us his faded military certificates on the wall, black-and-white photos of his dead brothers tucked into the glass frame. When I ask Ong whether all the sacrifice was worth it, his thin face tries to conceal a look of bewildered disdain. It will take weeks more of travel before I realize that my question is offensive. To the Vietnamese, the American War was the supreme struggle for independence. It required decades of death to beat the French colonists and the American imperialists. It is as if I had asked an American whether the Revolutionary War was worth it. Rather than giving me a lesson in history, Ong ­replies politely: “I have devoted my life to serving my people. And as for the U.S., our countries are friends now, as we could have been from the beginning. I want only peace.”

Photo: Mark Jenkins
MY WIFE, SUE Ibarra, and I have come to Southeast Asia to bicycle the northern half of the Ho Chi Minh Trail. With luck, we hope to trace a half circle, starting on the coast in the Gulf of Tonkin, dropping south into Laos, pedaling down through the panhandle, then hooking east through Vietnam’s former DMZ and back out to the coast. We have come to listen, to learn, to let the bicycle do one of the things it does best: bring outsiders into intimate contact with a foreign place, across a broad range of territory.
We’ve hired an enthusiastic, big-headed interpreter-cum-cyclist, Vu Chung, to accompany us as a translator. His English pronunciations are often hilariously incomprehensible, but he has a thorough grasp of vocabulary. He’s a young Hanoi freelancer who wears the vest of an intellectual and a red-and-white gingham scarf, a symbol of the Viet Cong. He lives with his parents, translates operations manuals, and thus is highly ­motivated for adventuresome work.
We arrive in Vinh, the putative beginning of the Ho Chi Minh Trail 200 miles south of Hanoi, by train on a gray, rainy evening. In the morning, we pull our three Giant bikes from boxes, assemble them on the wet sidewalk, attach our small panniers, mount up and, without fanfare, ride off. We have no idea if our plan will work. We have no ­official recognition, no government permissions. We’ve been told we will not be allowed to cross the border into Laos. And that, if we do manage to get into Laos, we will not be ­allowed back into Vietnam. Or we will be killed by unexploded ordnance.
Bicycling out of Vinh in a cold drizzle, we stop in the town square beneath an absurdly large Soviet-style statue of Ho Chi Minh. It is not possible to understand modern Vietnam without knowing something about Ho Chi Minh, Vietnam’s George Washington and Abraham Lincoln rolled into one. A hyper­violent leader (he had thousands of his ­opponents killed), the goateed, rib-thin little man became the central figure in Vietnam’s midcentury civil wars and revolutionary wars against France and the United States. Ho began his adult life as an intellectual. He went abroad in 1911 to travel, work, and study politics in the United States, England, Paris, Moscow, and China. In 1941, he returned to Vietnam to lead the independence movement. In World War II, his guerrillas were provided arms by the United States to fight the Japanese. After the war, he wrote Vietnam’s Declaration of Independence.
Ho repeatedly asked for Truman’s support, equating the revolution against the French colonialists to the American revolution against the British. But the United States supported France’s efforts to reestablish its colonial overlordship. In hindsight, the decision was disastrous. What Ho and his general, Vo Nguyen Giap, understood, obviously better than the French and American militaries, was guerrilla warfare. ­Hundreds of years of defending their country against invasions by China had taught Vietnamese commanders how to win against a much larger force. Nimbleness, stealth, and speed were essential.
Those same attributes, of course, belong to the bicycle. Pedaling had been the primary form of transportation in Vietnam for generations; in the revolutionary wars, the bicycle would play a significant, if little-­known, role. The preferred bike, ironically, was a French-made Peugeot, radically retro­fitted to carry more than 400 pounds of food, ammo, or other materiel. These bicycles, called ngua sat (“steel horses”) by the Vietnamese, were not ridden when loaded, but pushed. The seat was replaced with a rack that could carry wooden crates and enormous bags. A metal beam was fastened across the handlebar, the frame strengthened by doubling the top tube, down tube, seat tube, and, sometimes, the fork. Fully loaded, the bike often required two pilots, one pushing from behind, the other steering via a bamboo pole extending perpendicular from the laden handlebar.

Photo: Mark Jenkins

This steel horse was fundamental in defeating the French. In 1954, after eight years of fighting, general Henri Navarre decided to make a stand at Dien Bien Phu, a small northern village. He stationed 15,000 soldiers there, hoping to draw the North Vietnamese into a decisive battle. Using trucks, porters, and 60,000 bicycles, Ho surrounded Dien Bien Phu with 50,000 troops. Throughout the two-month siege, Ho’s soldiers were well supplied with food and ammo by bicycle brigades. The French relied upon difficult air drops and, after the deaths of 3,000 soldiers, surrendered.
The 1954 Geneva Accords temporarily split the country into North Vietnam and South Vietnam with a demilitarized zone, the DMZ, roughly along the 17th parallel, as a buffer between the two. As part of the pact, a general election was to be held in 1956, but it was scuttled by the CIA because Ho, a Communist, was certain to win. This caused uprisings in South Vietnam, galvanized anti-American, Communist forces in the North, and ignited what the United States knows as the Vietnam War.
LEAVING VINH BENEATH low-slung black clouds, we pedal through miles of rice paddies dimpled with rain. In some, water buffalo, huge horns swept flatly backward, plod through the mud pulling scrawny men balanced barefoot on wooden harrows. In others, rows of bent-back women in bright blouses and conical hats, green rubber boots calf-deep in the mud, plant rice seedlings. Still other fields have already sprouted into blankets of brilliant green. Rice, rice, and more rice. Domesticated in China more than 9,000 years ago, rice is the staple for half of the world’s seven billion people. Throughout Vietnam, especially in villages, it’s part of every meal.
“I don’t know we going right way,” Chung says, stopping in the rain at a fork in the road surrounded by sopping rice paddies. Sue tells him to simply ask the rice farmers. They straighten up, grin at us, and point.
We pass through another village with a statue of Ho Chi Minh in the square. Ho died in 1969 and is officially worshipped by the Vietnamese. As we will discover, hagiographic statues of Ho stand in the center of countless towns, and Jesus-like portraits of him, or Lenin-like busts, can be purchased in almost every shop.
We arrive in Huong Khe at dark, covered in mud, soaking wet, hypothermic. Too cold to camp, we find a cheap hotel and take turns standing in the hot shower. The next morning we meet uniformed, one-armed Ong helping his granddaughter sell fried-egg baguettes to kids on their way to school. It is noon by the time he has finished telling his story and we are cycling again.The Hochiminh trails including of path in Laos, the make you have unforgettable Laos bike tours .
Sue, the strongest, is in the lead as always, her fierce little legs pumping like pistons, followed by me, followed by Chung, his feet splayed on the pedals like a little boy. Compared with the bikes that carried loads of 400-plus pounds along this jungle corridor, ours are featherlight—15 pounds of gear that includes a tent, sleeping bag, a change of clothes, and a rain jacket. Having bicycled all over the world, Sue and I are perplexed by modern tourers so burdened with heavy bags that all the élan, fleetness, and magic of two wheels is crushed. “Like pedaling a motorcycle,” Sue once said. “What’s the point?”
We are entering the Truong Son, or the Annamite Mountains. The higher we ride, the more jagged the slopes become. The Annamite Range is predominantly limestone, carved into steeples, towers, and barricades. Yet rainfall is so unceasingly heavy that even the vertical­ walls are thickly forested. All afternoon we push upward, through the bamboo, through barefoot villages of Khe Ve, Yen Lanh, Cha Lo. Switchbacking across a rainforest ­ensnared in vines, we reach the border town just below Mu Gia Pass at dusk. We spend the night in a shotgun hostel filled with sweaty stevedores. Trucks from Laos grind up the pass from the west, clear customs, then have their loads transferred by hand onto Vietnamese trucks. It’s a grim, grimy, vaguely dangerous place. During the war, Mu Gia Pass was identified as a choke point along the Ho Chi Minh Trail and was frequently bombed, yet the pass was so vital to the North Vietnamese supply chain that repairs always began within minutes of the destruction, and it was never closed for more than 24 hours.

We eat sticky purple rice for dinner, then again in the morning for breakfast before apprehensively spinning up to Vietnam customs. Will they prevent us from riding across to Laos? They hardly look at us. We pay a $1.50 exit fee and bored officials stamp our passports, waving us through. The Laotian checkpoint is even less formal.In big sweeping curves, we descend out of the vibrant and verdant rainforest onto parched and rain-shadowed plains. After 8 miles we hook left onto a dirt track. There are no signs for the Ho Chi Minh Trail. I have pieced together the route from the declassified military maps in John Prados’s book, The Blood Road: The Ho Chi Minh Trail and the Vietnam War.It will be a hot, miserable day of riding. We labor for two hours before coming upon the 100-yard-wide Nam Phanang River. Sue rides right into the tumbling current. We take our time pushing across the thigh-deep water, especially Chung, who, still wearing his heavy black vest and red-and-white Viet Cong scarf, seems on the edge of heat exhaustion. On the far side we stop at a roadside shack for cold rice and bottle ­after bottle of lukewarm Fanta. The Laotians here are utterly unlike the Vietnamese.­ They don’t smile or wave or yell “hello.” They stand barefoot in rags and stare at us in suspicious bewilderment. Rolling on, we pass several signs with a skull-and-crossbones symbol, indicating the region is ­contaminated with unexploded ordnance.

Cycling tours Vietnam

Like many people in the Vietnam, UK and the world, I’m a massive fan of Top Gear in BBC. One of my favourite episodes of the show has got to be the Cycling Tours Vietnam special, where the three chaps all bought a motorbike in Saigon and rode them up to Halong Bay.
Now if you’ve seen that episode then you’ll know just how amazing that experience looked. After seeing the episode for the first time, the initial awe of the entertainment, and speculation as to the reality of personally carry out something like this soon passed, after realisation of the fact that this was a incredibly well funded show and each trip has a small army for back up and support.
However, even after this realisation the thought of carrying this out myself still lingered as a dormant thought. Last month I arrived in Hanoi, Vietnam, as part of a three and a half month trip during which I visited Australia, Fiji, New Zealand and spent the latter half in South East Asia.

Upon arrival in Hanoi this dormant memory suddenly became very active, the trip the Top Gear guys actually did was from Saigon (Ho Chi Minh City) to Hue, they then caught the train to Hanoi, and from there rode to Halong Bay. So I decided that I was going to do the same trip, but in reverse, after all how hard could it be?
So I caught an overnight bus to Hue with the intention of buying a motorbike there and then riding it on a similar route to Jezza all the way to Saigon. Easy. I am an avid rider back home in Norfolk, my dad got me into bikes and I first started riding when I was 19 as a result of getting completely fed up with the cost of and miserable experience that is/was commuting on the London Underground.
So I bought a Yamaha WR 125R, hopped on the train back to Norfolk for the weekend did my CBT there, and the following Monday there I was commuting across London from Kings Cross to White City, having an altogether cheaper and far more pleasurable journey to work (even bearing in mind this was November!).
Then I switched jobs and moved back home to Norfolk where I sold my 125, passed my direct access test as soon as I was 21 and bought myself an Aprilia Dorsoduro 750 Factory, which I’ve been riding for a year and a half now and is a brilliant bike. Anyway back to the trip.
So there, I had relatively little experience riding motorbikes, yet there I was in Hue intending to buy a motorbike and ride it across some rather dangerous roads, having little knowledge of motorbike mechanics, speaking no Vietnamese and having a very small budget, all in the vain of trying to imitate an TV show I thought looked ‘cool’…good idea?
Definitely! I arrived in Hue, pitched up in a swanky air conditioned hotel room (a rare treat after 2 months of backpacking!) with high hopes of finding myself my very own Vietnamese motorbike. I spent the whole day getting rather agitated with used motorbike ‘shops’ trying to rip me off, selling me piles of junk for princely sums, but then what did I really expect.
By the afternoon I had formed a realisation that all I would be able to afford to suit my taste (manual gearbox) and on my budget (around $250 for the bike) would be a Chinese copy of the Honda Win, so this I settled on and went back to the hotel room, did a fraction of research regarding reliability, blah, blah, etc, etc, and how much I should pay for one.
Long story short, by dinner time I was cracking open a bottle of 333 beer and gazing over Albert like he was a shiny new BMW S1000RR. Yes Albert, an appropriate name for the bike I thought. 4.8 million Vietnamese Dong or $230 to be less dramatic bought me my very own Honda Win or rather the Chinese equivalent, complete with very unconvincing registration document in some Vietnamese mans name; it is illegal for a foreigner to own a motorbike in Vietnam.
Again, what could possibly go wrong! Albert packed a 110 cubic centimetre power house of an engine, a 4 speed gearbox and had working indicators and lights…but unfortunately no speedometer (apparently none of the Chinese copies had working speedos, which I found out later to actually be true! Not one person I met on one had a working speedo).
So here I was with my new companion for the next 1500km. From Hue I travelled south down the coast of Vietnam, over the notorious Hai Van Pass to Hoi an, onto Qui Nhon, Nha Trang, Dalat, Mui Ne, Vung Tau and finally two weeks later Saigon!
The trip was the most memorable journey of my life, it had ups and downs, it definitely was not a ‘holiday’, it most definitely was an experience. I regularly passed or rather nearly got run off the rode by the tourist buses with people on their ‘holidays’ happily hurtling passed what was the real and unspoilt Vietnam, enroute to the next big city to be largely immersed in an increasing western influence once again.
The memories from these two weeks I will truly never forget, for instance stopping for petrol in the middle of nowhere, and leaving an hour and a half later rather tipsy from too much rice wine and very full from what seemed to be a Vietnamese banquet, after having paid for none of it, not even the petrol!
The Vietnamese family I happened to come across here would not take my money for any of it, neither of us could speak each others language, but they were so generous for people whom had nothing and so kind for people whom also have everything; they have nothing from a materialistic point of view, but yet they posses everything…a simple house, a beautiful surrounding, and a loving family.
I stopped for only petrol, yet left with so much more. The trip was filled with moments like these, and looking back the best thing about this is the fact that anyone can truly do this! I know because I did, on a feeble backpacking budget: paying $230 for the bike, which I in fact sold for $250, and spending per day on average $9 for petrol, food and drink and $6 a night for a bed in a hostel.
This is a barebones budget; you could stay in a hotel room for $10 a night! Anyway the point is that this TopGgear trip which looked fantastic on TV and like many at first I thought to be only a fantasy, is so much more, it is real and achievable, and oh so much more fantastic when you are the one living it.
I want people to be able to realise that not only trips like this but many others are possible, as daunting as they may seem at first, and they don’t punch a hole through your bank account like all these organised tours you see advertised, granted they're not for everyone, but I know there’s a lot of MCN readers out there whom are dreaming of doing the same thing, and I want them to know there dream can easily be transformed to a reality.
This also shows that you don’t necessarily need a big GS to have an ‘adventure’ on a motorbike, I had around 25kg of luggage in my daypack and big rucksack strapped to Albert and he hill still gladly leaped up the mountainous roads to the inland city of Dalat, which also happened to be absolutely fantastic roads.
This short text is designed to outline my trip and give you a brief glimpse at the experiences involved with it. The aim of it is to establish whether you guys at MCN are interested in my trip and would like to know more about it and hear more about it. It would be great for other readers so be inspired by my story to carry out not only the same trip but similar ones that I’m sure can be done around the world.
I have attached a few photos to give you an insight, and the route I took. I also have videos and many more photos, but I have only just got back home so I’m still trying to get all these together. Thanks for your time.

Bike Vietnam- See the real adventure travel in Vietnam

Vietnam Cycling Tours - real bicycle tours in Vietnam

It is great to know that Vietnam is one of the beautiful countries situated in the Indochina Peninsula in the Southeast Asia. Also, the country is bordered by china in the north, Cambodia to the South, Laos in the North West and so on. Vietnam is the 13th populated country in the world and the population is more than 95.5 millions.
We have many Biking Holiday itinerary for you can consider like , easy classic cycling with daily from 40-45km, road cycling vietnam from 90-140km per day, Mountain bike Vietnam with XC, All mountain and free ride.
Vietnam bicycle tours are much popular among the people and you can select any package suiting to your requirement. Some of the famous tour packages include Tour from Ho Chin Minh city to Hanoi, Central Vietnam, Hanoi to Ho Chi Minh City and much more. Subsequently, people can visit the different parts of Vietnam by selecting any mode of transport such as Air, Road, Rail or Water.

Select the Right Mode of Transport
Further, the developed country operates 17 major civil airports including 3 international airports. By 2015, this country is planning to construct 10 more international airports at their side. Most of the people prefer Road transport to travel to Vietnam as they can watch the eye catching natural scenery, beaches, rivers all through the road. There are number of travel agencies ready to offer different travel packages to the people and the price varies according to the package selected.
Cycling Tours
If you are bored with traditional tour programs, then Vietnam offers great cycling tours for the people interested to explore great fun. The cycling tours would be really fun with unique itineraries and some of the popular cycling trips include Ba Khan Rustic-Mai Chau Valley, Thanh Chuong Palace and much more. Now let us have a quick look at some of the best cycling tour collections in Vietnam in which you can experience an unforgettable cycling trip.
1. Half -Day Course: 2 Programs
Generally, cycling is considered to be the best way to enjoy the small streets and few other places in Hanoi. The half-day cycling course includes the areas of Hanoi Cycling City & Westlake, Hanoi Cycling City & Red River Village and so on.
2. Full -day Course: 5 Programs
The full-day course will enable the people to jump into a kind of off-road cycling route and also cycle through a rural area near Hanoi. It is sure that this full-day cycling program will refresh and make you to experience the hidden beauty of Hanoi-Capital of Vietnam.
Conclusion
There are many great places in Vietnam ensuring to attract thousands of visitors from all over the world every year.

Biking Holiday

Cycling Vietnam with Family

Cycling Holiday Vietnam

There is so much more to Biking Vietnam than the absolutely stunning cities which grace the country. In fact, some of the best experiences in the whole of the country can be found 'off the beaten track'. Sure, you may be able to discover them yourself, but many remain completely hidden, known only to a select few. The only way in which you are going to experience them is by taking part in a cycle holiday in Vietnam.

Vietnam is one of the most thrilling countries in the world. The landscape is absolutely epic. One day you could be in the mountains, the next in luscious forests, and the next chilling out on a beach. Sadly, a vacation on your own isn't enough to experience all of this. However, when you take part in a cycling holiday in Vietnam you will be accompanied by a professional tour guide. They will take you from destination to destination ensuring that you take all of the beauty of this country in, which means you really do get to experience the true Vietnam. One suggest here, don't forget to pack your camera as the scenery that you will encounter on a cycling holiday in Vietnam is 'to do for'. Honestly, you will never experience anything like this again in your life. Unless you have so much fun (and you will) and return on the next tour, perhaps taking part in a completely different route! The choice is yours, all you need to do is sit back and enjoy the ride. The days won't be too difficult, as you are on holiday after all!

When you embark upon a cycle holiday in Vietnam you will be covering a lot of ground, which means you are going to need to be a little bit fit, although your party will keep up with you if you are struggling! There is a route for every single person out there, whether you are looking for a quick escape in the city or looking to travel from village to village and explore the beautiful beaches of the country over a number of days. The best part is, this is a completely worry free vacation. You don't need to worry about those expensive flight charges for taking your bike. When you embark upon a tour, you will be supplied with the mountain bike that you will be using throughout your trip. These are high quality mountain bikes too, so you don't even need to worry that they are going to break halfway through your trip! In short, there is absolutely no worries involved

Why not take a look into the idea of a cycle holiday in Vietnam today? You will be surprised at just how cheap this type of holiday is, and yet how much ground you get to cover. This type of holiday is perfect for those that want to add a real sense of adventure into their lives, those that want to experience the beauty of country, and perhaps more importantly, those that want to have fun.

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Cycling Holiday Vietnam

Vietnam is without a doubt up there as one of the most beautiful countries in the world. Sadly though, there are very few people who give the country the love that it deserves. This is a real shame. However, you are different. You know just how exciting Vietnam can be, and perhaps even better, know how exciting a cycling holiday in Vietnam will be. Let's take a little look.cycling vietnam tours

Why not look into the idea of a cycling holiday in Vietnam today? You will be surprised at how many routes there are to travel, and perhaps even more surprised at just how cheap it is to go on one  of these little adventures. Don't forget to pack your camera!

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