Rae’s lotus stem salad, her final exam after her cooking class in Saigon.

Pam, Rae and a super sweet little girl in Tam Binh.

At night, Quy Nhon fishermen turn on these lights to attract fish, shrimp and squid. There are HUNDREDS of these lights as far as you can see. It’s really stunning. Unlike this photo, which sucks.

Rae and I bought a few snacks from these women. Fruit you peel, good. Fruit you don’t peel, toxic.

View of Old Town from one of the bridges across the river.

Old Town, Hoi An. It’s a beautiful walking district.

Old Town, Hoi An.

Rae and the daughter of Pam’s favorite tailor in Hoi An.

Old Town, Hoi An.

Corner store in Old Town, Hoi An.

You can rent one of these boats and tool around if you like. “Mistah! Moto-boat! Five dollah, half a hour! Hey mistah!”

The Japanese bridge. Craig wants to retire here ASAP.

A mangy cat guarding the Buddhist temple in Hoi An.

Cross the Japanese Bridge in Hoi An and find yourself here.

Another shot of Old Town in Hoi An.

This was the final leg of our motorcycle tour. We had to ride the ferry back to Old Town.

I was totally going to Snake River Canyon this bitch, but our lame guide insisted I use this floating bridge. What a buzz kill.

Taking a break on our way back from My Son.

They grow rice in Vietnam? Who knew?

This puddle brought to you by a USAF B-52. Next to the temples at My Son.

My Son temple ruins.

My Son temple ruins.

Other than the horrible heat, the whole ride was excellent.

Me and my hog on the left, Rae and Tuong in the center, Pam’s lame moped on the right. (It was actually faster than my motorcycle.)

Pam and I outrunning the law after we just knocked over a liquor store.

Our first ferry crossing. I am six inches taller than everyone else in Vietnam.

You just slowly file onto the boat.

Taking a break during our ride through the little towns outside Hoi An.

Remember I told you about those women and their board they used to get peanuts off the plant? Here you go.

The wedding we almost crashed. The woman in green is the mother of the bride.

Tobacco leaves drying in the front yard.

The local grocery store.

Rae having her hair re-done by a total stranger in the grocery store.

They vegetable stand inside the local grocery store.

If you like peanuts and chili peppers, then have I got a motorcycle tour for you!

We were on this type of “road” for miles. It’s a great change of pace from the hectic highways.

Old Town, Hoi An.

Old Town, Hoi An.

The China Sea. This beach is about a 25-30 minute bike ride from Old Town.

The Vietnamese abide, and so did I. Several times.

Outer room of Khai Dinh’s tomb. His actual tomb is behind this room, but they don’t allow you to photograph it.

This is just one “tier” of Khai Dinh’s tomb. There are about four or five.

This is the street level view of Khai Dinh’s tomb. There ain’t no elevator, so lace them up tight.

Tu Duc’s tomb, which he is not in.

Part of the grounds surrounding Tu Duc’s tomb.

Tu Duc would go sit in this lake house and compose his poetry. Now what rhymes with “hot as balls?”

Whatever…

Imperial City, in what used to be a building before the Vietnam War.

Pam and Rae standing in another “what used to be a building” in the Imperial City.

Courtyard in the Imperial City.

A temple in the Imperial City.

Pam and Rae at the main gate to the Imperial City.

Pam and Rae outside the Imperial City.

There are parks like this on either side of the Perfume River in Hue. They’re actually pretty well kept and nice for walking through.

Rae bought this turtle at a Buddhist temple in Saigon. You’re supposed to throw it into a fetid pool full of turtles This brings good luck, for everyone except the turtle.

Reunification Palace in Saigon. Just in case you forget who reunified this mofo, there are several North Vietnamese tanks, Jeeps, and jets from the war parked just to the right of this photo.