
I met some people on the Ha Long Bay trip (most I met on the boat, the two Swedes I met the next day) so we all decided to go to Sapa together. The train is pretty expensive there and back compared to the rest of Vietnam, so it's good I had some insentive to get to Sapa....it ended up being a memorable trip. First of all, it's cold in Sapa; my polar fleece jacket was constantly in use. We checked out different trekking tours and prices, ended up finding a cool looking two day tour with a homestay in a village, including our own private guide...and bargained a decent price. Sapa is breath-taking! The mountains are all cultivated into rice fields....it's crazy looking. The tradionally dressed mountain village women follow tours for many kilometres in hoping to sell a few trinkets, sometimes with babies attached to their backs. Sapa mountain villages sometimes don't even speak Vietnamese as they originally came from China....although they don't speak Chinese either....mountain language. Within the first hour of trekking I managed to lose my balance and step into a rice field thing, which is pretty deep with water...but even deeper with soft mud. I lost my balance even more and ended up putting both feet/legs in the mud water...then somehow smashed my knee on a rock trying to get out. I was soaked, completely muddy, and my knee was gushing blood....perfect start to the trip!! Hahaha, it was actually pretty funny, the village women were laughing at me.
I was a bit disappointed with the "homestay", the village was more developed than the rest of the little mountain tribes, and the family we stayed with didn't really want to be around us...we slept in a totally different area...fair enough. SO, we saw a bigger group at a "homestay" just down the road, so we crashed their party :)
The last day in Sapa I went hiking by myself (everyone else had left) to another village, it was a fun day. They built these rock stairs that go on for km's and km's, up and down the mountains. I imagine this is what the great wall of China is like....on a much larger scale of course. I'm back in Hanoi...and I'm bored....so I'm taking "the bus from hell" (this is what everyone refers to it as who has taken it) from Hanoi to Vientiane tomorrow; apparently it's like 24hrs. Then I need to catch another bus to Luang Probang...brutal. I won't be disappointed if I never take another bus again in my life.
















