Our hotel in Hoi An offered free bicycle rental for guests. We had to take advantage of the opportunity to ride bikes to the beach, about 7 km away.
The funny thing is, neither of us can remember the last time we rode a bicycle. I think for me it was my sophomore year of college when I biked from my apartment to campus. But I’m not sure.
Anyway, we took of like a pair of kids on our bicycles, trying to remember how to ride. And headed off in what we hoped was the direction of the beach.
The ride was a very pretty ride, once we got out of town. We rode along a river, and past some new hotels being built.
After we arrived at the beach and parked our bikes, we were greeted by the site of a man herding his cattle down the road just in front of the beach, with trucks and motorbikes zooming past.
The beach itself was lovely. It was all white sand, blue water, and incredibly clean.
We took a nice long walk up and down the beach, and used our toes to write messages in the sand to each other.
Then we sat in the shade of a coconut tree and enjoyed a cold drink, before heading back to town on our bicycles.
But not before we observed the wonder that is a Southeast Asian motorcycle.