'The young Cambodian lad noticed us and frantically looked for the exit from the inside of his tuk tuk. He found it at the back of the trailer and squished himself between two tightly parked bikes. Now he was running towards us waving his arms and screaming: 'MY FRIENDS! YOU CAME BACK! HELLO MY FRIENDS!' (...)'
'The sun shone nicely on our backs. It wasn't too hot yet - it was merely after 8am. We cycled through the streets of Hoi An, heading to the outskirts. Soon our eyes would see seldom farmers working in the fields, vast spaces of crops, muddy rice fields and roads where the rice was drying spread out like a red carpet for us to ride through. Hoang was guiding us (...)'