At this point the back seat of the motorcycles had become our living room, the bungee-tied luggage our recliner chair, and the endless passing bucolic scenes our Netflix. We had absorbed so much in this 6-day span that it would take weeks to mentally unpack the slice of humanity and life that we had just been served up on these 150cc Honda dinner plates. A short half-day on the bikes brought us to our terminus: Hoi An. There, we said goodbye to what felt by now like old friends, and hello to some folks who were sure to become new ones.
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