(Lance writing)
Well we normally try to keep our blog focused on our work with Orphan Voice and relationships with friends but I had a couple fun adventures that I thought would be fun to share with you all.
Mountain Sunrise
A couple weeks ago my friend Robin and I decided to drive to the top of Monkey Mountain here in Da Nang to attempt to get some good photo and video of the sunrise. We knew it would take about an hour to get to the top of the mountain and decided that we needed to leave about 4:30am.
At 4:30am we meet on our motorbikes near the beach and began our ascent in the still pitch black morning. It was actually quite a rush winding up through the wide open mountain road, our small headlights illuminating the way and the atmosphere silent except for the sound of our motorbikes.

A good portion of the drive was along the coastal road but toward the end of the peninsula the road takes a sharp turn to the left and becomes insanely steep. I know our motorbikes aren’t the most powerful things in the world, but even in first gear we barely had enough power to climb the steep and narrow road. After a few minutes of climbing the narrow road that weaves through the dense jungle, a heavy fog began to set it. An already eery drive became even more so between the darkness, the fog, the narrow winding road and the sounds of the jungle on each side of us.
Since it was so foggy, this is the only picture I was able to get from the mountain. This is about halfway down.

This story is a classic example of “it’s about the journey, not the destination” because when we finally got to the top of the mountain, it was too foggy and we realized that we were actually in the wrong part of the mountain to get a good view of the sunrise anyway. We continued to drive across the top of the mountain and back down the other side. We had a great time despite our disappointment in not catching a beautiful sunrise.
The Swimming Hole

The second adventure occurred last Saturday. Friends Robin, Jeremiah and I decided to drive an hour or so north over the Hai Van Pass to try and find this natural park preserve that we had heard about. Driving over the Hai Van Pass is one of the most beautiful journeys I have experienced in Vietnam. It just continues to climb and climb continually boasting HUGE vistas and gorgeous views of the ocean, rice fields and forests. By the time we drove up and down the other side of the Hai Van Pass it was already an amazing trip.
The Hai Van Pass Road

We stopped for ice-coffee at the top of the pass.

After asking a few locals in the city of Lang Co about the park, we realized it was quite a bit farther than we had planned to drive that day so we decided to explore a local road that led us through a beautiful water-filled valley basin. We stopped to visit with some water buffalo who very uninterested in us and quite content bathing in the cool water. They must have inspired Robin because it was just few minutes up the road that he decided he needed to go for a swim. We stopped on a small bride about 20 feet above the river water below. Robin, perhaps a little unwisely, decided to jump into the river below without knowing how deep it actually was. (See the video here: Bridge Jumping) Thankfully, it was plenty deep and he proceeded to jump a second time at which point a young man drove up on a motorbike and told us about another swimming hole nearby.
We followed the young man off the main road and onto a series of smaller, rougher, dirt paths and through some small villages and rice paddies till we finally came to a small house in the middle of the countryside. The family came out to greet us and seemed friendly enough. They told us to park our bikes there and that we had to walk the rest of the way. We continued to follow our new friend through a field and a small forest, not really knowing what to expect, when we suddenly came upon a beautiful river decorated with massive grey boulders. It didn’t take long for us all to jump in and enjoy the coolness of the mountain water on a hot, sunny day.
We swam, relaxed for a while and talked to a few people who were also there for a swim. To me it was just the perfect picture of beauty, not just the river but the whole days journey there. The motorbiking through the mountains, the adventure of following some random guy down some difficult dirt paths, the rock jumping and swimming and community of friends (both Robin and Jeremiah and the people we met along the way).
Water Buffalo – Who’s looking at who?

Beautiful countryside.

This is how the road was for a good 15 minutes. A guy in front of us got stuck while carrying a load of pots and pans on his motorbike.

A house we walked by- much like the one where we left our motorbikes.

We had to walk for about 15 minutes to reach the river.

The River.

Jumping in.

I didn’t think about this initially, but I guess both of these stories have to do with failing to reach an intended destination or to accomplish a certain task. We never captured the sunset that we had planned all week to photograph and film and we never made it to the nature preserve- but the process of “failing” actually turned out to be a series of great stories and experiences. I don’t know how to tie all this together into a final finishing statement… but I guess I am just reminded that there is a lot of life that we will never experience if we don’t set some goals and at least attempt to pursue them.