Stories By Bob

It's hard to say what clicked that day.  I have never been a huge coffee lover, even back home coffee was not my go-to drink.  It is not something that came suddenly to me in Vietnam, either. I was offered coffee most days, and would take it some days, but never would I go out of my way to find it. 

The beautiful country around Buôn Ma Thuột captured my curiosity and began tugging at my heart the first time I rode through the central highlands, late one October.  Riding from the dappled sun below the jungle canopy into fields of ripe coffee fruit, I found a small village, eager for dinner and some rest.  Perhaps too eager for both, as the events of the next day might suggest.