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The early morning mist hangs delicate and cool over the vast, crimson waters of the Red River. As your feet press into the pedals, the soft metallic click of the cassette shifting echoes through the dawn quiet. Beneath your tires, the packed red earth of the riverside dyke transitions smoothly into singletrack weaving through banana plantations and emerald rice fields. There is an unmistakable rhythm to life along the water: the earthy aroma of wet soil