The first part of the bus ride was torture. As usual the locals started puking within 15 minutes of leaving town-- before the road even got bad. Then the road became a potholed mess. The driver would accelerate as he swerved around them. If he couldn't avoid them, the bus would rock like a ship in a storm as it went over them. I had to pop a motion sickness pill to avoid puking. Fortunately, about ½ way to Dalat, the road became smooth and since we were ascending, the driver had to go slow and couldn't veer around the bends.

As we got closer to Dalat, I was happy to see more green pine trees and shady patches of forest. We walked to the lake going by a big church (at the top of a slope, just like in a miniature golf course).

Later we found further evidence that Dalat was designed to look like a miniature golf course. We found a restaurant with a red windmill (Moulin Rouge)built into it as well as an entrance to somewhere designed to look like a castle.