Hoi An

Cycling through quiet, narrow alleyways, we arrive at the riverfront of the historic district, well before the crowds gather. It’s the perfect time to snap some photos. Crossing the river, we leave the city behind, heading toward My Son along rural paths accessible only by bike or motorbike. Soon, we’re pedaling through small villages, past family farms and rice fields, exchanging greetings with local workers. Depending on the season, we’ll pass fields of rice, corn, and even sunflowers, exploring a landscape vastly different from the city. Hardly any cars are in sight as we navigate a maze of shortcuts known only to locals. The Cham ruins of My Son await ahead.

An Hoi

Crossing the river, we ditch the city and dive into some real adventure on our way to My Son, hitting up those hidden rural paths that only bikes and motorbikes can handle. Before you know it, we're cruising through tiny villages, breezing by family farms and green rice fields, and sharing smiles and waves with the friendly locals. It’s the perfect way to catch a glimpse of true Vietnamese life.