I take the travel bike out on a run to the East of Cardonna. Within minutes I am struggling up a hill against an unforgiving headwind and for a moment the red earth and the simple houses remind me of the coffee fields on the hillsides around Dalat. It is extraordinarily peaceful and beautiful up here. Any local coming across us over the last few days – hellbent to complete a monstrous amount of work every day inside 12 hours – must think we are insane. There is a rhythm to this remarkable scenery that seeps out of the dark earth and we are a but a bunch of selfish shock troops who have come to tilt with windmills that will never be moved by the likes of us. I feel full of joy and humilty. Only two more days of work and this remarkable journey will be over already – what ever did I do to deserve the gift of this extraordinary adventure?