Imagine the rhythmic click of your gears as you climb toward a sea of clouds, the air turning crisp and thin. Below you, emerald-green rice terraces cascade down vertical slopes like giant staircases, and the only sound is the distant call of a mountain bird. This is the daily reality for those who embark on a mountain cycling northern Vietnam

Imagine the rhythmic click of your gears as you climb a nameless mountain pass, the only sound in a world shrouded in mist. Below you, emerald-green rice terraces cascade down vertical slopes like giant staircases, and the air is filled with the scent of pine and woodsmoke. This is not the Vietnam of guidebooks; this is the reality of off the beaten track cycling vietnam