In this first of 3 installments, the saga of my hike in a foreign land
My second mistake was taking the wrong trail.
My first mistake was deciding to forego the road and follow directions I had assiduously downloaded from a travel site. Truth be told, I should confess that I tried to follow the directions.
One of my chief reasons for visiting Dalat in south central Vietnam in late March was to climb a mountain called Lang Biang and gaze down on the city and the surrounding countryside from an elevation of 2,167 meters (1.35 miles) above sea level.
Unfortunately, I got lost in the pine woods as wispy trails vanished and discernible, but vaporous, ones beckoned me onward.
I could have retraced my steps perhaps, as though every landmark I had memorized would materialize from the opposite direction. Instead, I stubbornly pressed onward until I came to understand that I truly was lost. Lost! In the woods!
It is possible to spend the equivalent of a few dollars to be driven from the entrance, where one forks over the equivalent of 90 cents for admission to the foot of the mountain. One can join others for a jeep ride that ends approximately halfway to the peak at a cost of $2.25. From a point close to the ride’s end, the only way to get to the top is to take a well worn and well marked, if challenging, trail onward for another 90 cents paid to an attendant at a hut.
Not for me such a wan approach as the jeep promised — I, who never made it past “Tenderfoot” in the Boy Scouts.
Next: Sets of directions, no map, no working phone