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Qui Nhon

Qui Nhơn, Binh Dinh Province, Vietnam
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Qui Nhon Thành Phố Qui Nhơn  Vietnam
Two Brothers Motorbike from Hanoi to Ho Chi Minh City: Part Five The Break Down Thành Phố Qui Nhơn  Vietnam
Qui Nhon Thành Phố Qui Nhơn  Vietnam
Two Brothers Motorbike from Hanoi to Ho Chi Minh City: Part Five The Break Down Thành Phố Qui Nhơn  Vietnam

Qui Nhon

Situated roughly halfway between Da Nang and Nha Trang, Qui Nhon is a quiet coastal town with a curvy beach that is refreshingly low-key. It doesn’t get the hordes that visit Nha Trang to the south (the stretch of sand isn’t quite as alluring here), and certainly lacks the development that is a feature of Da Nang’s beaches, resulting in a city that is remarkably unaffected by the unstoppable reach of tourism—note the number of fishing boats that still dot the water here. There are some fine Cham ruins in the vicinity, including the Thap Doi (meaning Double Towers) and the Banh It Towers, as well as the Long Khanh Pagoda, constructed by a Chinese businessman in the 18th century.

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over 4 years ago

Two Brothers Motorbike from Hanoi to Ho Chi Minh City: Part Five The Break Down

The Coastal City of Qui Nhon, Vietnam.

Every trip in my mind has a moment where you and your travel buddy have a period in the journey that is "Friction". Friction can be anything from a slight disagreement on a way to go about walking tour or in my case an all out shouting battle royal. It would come to be known as "The Breakdown".

My brother and I had come two thirds down the country in three days. During those three days we had; been rained on continuously, nearly killed by frantic passing tour busses, pick pocketed of all our flashlights and tools, Scammed into a 500,000 VND lunch. We were drenched, hungry, fatigued and much much more. It was simply a matter of time until we both blew up.

That Magical moment came a pho stand somewhere outside of the coastal city of Qui Nhon. During that third day the second GN125 or the Black Magic, broke down hard. In not so many technical terms it slowly lost power to the point that the fastest it would go was about the speed of my Uncle's Hover Around.

We stopped at this Pho stand at 9:00 at night to discuss what we should do next. Sleeping on the ground wasn't out the question at this point. The feeling I had was what I can only imagine the Astronauts had while on the Moon. You two are all you have, you've got to figure it out because nobody else is here to help.

All it took was one "I don't know man", and it was on! We shouted at each other for what seemed like days.