Just a short note about our ride on Tuesday, which for the record was the hottest ride yet, not just because of our newly chiseled thunder thighs and the way they fill out our spandex. The ride also wins the award for the craziest mid-cycle Vietnamese circus. On our way back to the city, happily co-mingling with the motorbikes we got goosed, or ducked rather. We were zoning out on the road and cursing Vietnam for being so close to the equator when a black plastic bag came flying off the motorbike just ahead of us. I didn't think too much of it since the Vietnamese use the road (yes, the whole road, not just the side) as their personal trash receptacle. Hardly even noticed, until out of the bag pops a head and then a wing.
The poor duck had fallen off the bike, rolled about seven times and was feebly trying to right itself inside the bag. Those that say animals don't feel human emotions are wrong, this duck was wildly confused. You will be happy to know that the owners realized immediately that they had lost it and came to a complete stop in the middle of the highway to rush back and retrieve it.....and hopefully the bruises sustained didn't affect the delicious dinner too much. For those that ask, this is why I travel.