The laziest place in the world

The front desk clerk at Spicy Laos hostel was sleeping in a tent on top of the pool table with hostel mates smoking pot nearby, just to give you an idea of the kind of place we were staying at. He puts us in an empty 4 person dorm with one fan....I took the top bunk and prepared for a sweaty night.  It really wasn't bad, maybe because I was so tired, but either way we all slept late and by the time we got up and out, it was noon.  Paul wanted to look for another place to sleep, but combined with my laziness and persuasion, we decided to stay at the hot and pot infested Spicy Laos. We made our way to the market and stopped when we saw a stand with a jolly little chubby lady who had an amazing smile and giggled a lot....I fell in love instantly.  We ordered delicious baguettes (i had boiled eggs, cheese and avocado, HELLO!) and fresh fruit shakes.  

We set out for a self-guided walking tour to familiarize ourselves with the city.  We strolled along the Khan River which flowed into the Mekong and soon enough we were walking along the beautiful Mekong River.  Suddenly, we stumbled upon a patch of grass and similarly to Vietnam, signs stated we were unable to go on it and this sign specified no rolling around in the grass. To rebel against the ridiculousness, Paul and Marjie decided I needed to roll around in the grass. I was nervous but excited, feeling like a badass while fearing the Communist Police at the same time.  Well, I rolled around on the grass not once, but twice because Marjie couldn't figure out my camera on my first roll, and nobody flinched.  Eh, it was fun for us!  

We decided to stop for a beer on the riverfront about 1/2 way through our little walking tour which we never did see through to the end. We sat for 5 hours drinking and chatting. We tried to meet up with Kelly and Matt but it didn't work out and so we finally got up to leave because, surprise surprise, I was hungry.  It was now night time so we walked through the night market, strolling through the vibrant colors of various products of bed covers, scarves, clothes, artwork, jewelry, etc.  Then, like magic, we stumble upon heaven. The very first food stall we reached was a huge buffet that looked vegetarian to me.  The short, rotund, adorable, Laos man in charge of the stall confirmed it was, in fact, 100% veggie.  As if that wasn't good enough, the deal was to you fill your plate as full as you'd Iike for only 10,000 kip ($1.50).  That's a win-win and let's add in a win because it was scrumptiously delish!  After dinner Marj went home and Paul and I went to a place called Utopia for more beers.  When we got there, we felt like we were in the Western world, with only foreign patrons drinking, listening to foreign music and playing beach volleyball. We didn't feel like we were in Laos at all. We both prefer the local scene, but I have to admit that sometimes it's nice to go someplace where you aren't different so for this night, I was OK to sit on the sidelines and enjoy my fellow tourists. With the damn 11pm curfews, we had to pour our beer into plastic cups and left.  Apparently, the bowling alley in this city stays open late and serves beer, so most people go there for late night shenanigans, but we decided to go for a walk before bedtime at Spicys.  

Drinking and sweating like an 800 pound man all day and night can really take a toll on a person. Drinking 3 liters of water a day just isn't enough for traveling in the SE Asian hot season.  I'm setting up my excuse for having yet another late start to day 2. Well, Paul and I had a late start but not Marjie.  Luang Prabang has many places to volunteer teach English to locals and monks.  Marj has been looking for opportunities like this and she was determined to get her teachin on and was gone all day.  Late morning, Paul and I set out for the jolly baguette lady for sandwiches and fruit shakes.  While eating, we hear "hey, what's up guys", look up and see Nick. He seems to be infamous for popping up everywhere, out of nowhere.  Slowly but surely, people Paul and Nick had known passed and stopped to chat: Eva and Thomas and Angelica and Zach. We told them that Kelly and Matt had splurged on a posh hotel with a pool and we hoped to use it at some point that day, but after some chat, everybody parted ways, non-committal to any particular plans but hoped to meet up later.  

Paul and I climbed up to the top of a temple that was quite beautiful. The big selling point of this temple is that it's home to Buddha's footprint. I kind of assumed this was the same thing as when a temple claims they have Buddha bones. I saw the footprint and I guess there's a chance that's what it was. Yet, it could have also been just a big hole in the limestone -  depends how you look at it.  We wrapped up the temple experience with a beer (it's just so hot, beer always seems right ) and tried to go to the Royal Palace/National Museum.  I was wearing a tank top and had to pay to rent a shirt, so we figured we would go another day and went out to search for Matt and Kelly's hotel as swimming was very appealing by now. While doing so, we bumped into Eva and Thomas who were doing the same thing and we hopped in a tuk tuk together rather than walking in the heat.  We got there and guess who was in the pool already with Matt and Kelly? Yes, Nick! We all quickly joined in. Perfect timing as well, since Happy Hour was about to begin.  Paul and I ended up staying well into the night, had a great time and hit the night market for food (hmmm, banana and honey crepe) and then bed.

One good thing about Spicy Laos hostel was that they organized transportation to the Kuang Si Waterfall in the afternoon.  So our 3rd day in Luang Prabang, me, Marjie, Paul, Kelly, Matt and Nick signed up to go. Maybe it was the heat, but there were 3 full vans leaving from Spicys to go as well. That morning, however, while Marjie was teaching English, Paul and I moved our shit to a guesthouse 20 yards away after the hottest night of my life. The fan didn't reach the top bunk the 2 nights before, but this one particular night was brutal.  We had the windows open with hopes of a breeze, but instead I was up every hour spraying bug spray to fend off the mosquitoes that were enjoying me all night. I like hostels because it's a great way to meet people, but we hadn't met anybody as we normally do and so it was pointless to stay there.  Plus, this other guesthouse was cleaner, had better fans and cheaper for Marj and I (as I've said earlier, rooms are often cheaper than dorms).  

The afternoon at the waterfall was glorious.  There were short hikes to various tiers and at most spots you could swim in the delightfully cold water, stare at a beautiful waterfall and sometimes do both! We worked our way to hike to the top and mid-way we ran into a few people coming out from a path that said "do not pass", but they said passing was worth it....so we did.  And it totally was worth it.  We walked straight into these pools with the massive waterfall just raining on us.  I slipped on a rock on my way to the pool near the falls, but other than that, it was very safe.  Kelly, Matt and Paul went directly under the falls and the boys swam into this underwater cave.  I happily watched, sizzingly cold for the first time in a week.  As much as I enjoy the water, I'm not all that confident in my ability and fear it a little so I tend to control my adventures in the water.  Afterwards, Nick, Paul and I did complete the hike before heading back.

Later, we went out for a good-bye beer as Kelly and Matt were leaving that night on a different route :( After parting ways we went to the night market for dinner. I found another vegetarian buffet stall and really took advantage of it....a bit too much because I wanted to die I was so full.  I also got a little shopping happy, which is rare for me, but nice to see the beautiful stuff. Nick and Paul, ironically both love frisbee and played a bit in the market too. A young Laos boy confidently joined in on the fun which was cool.  We went home fairly early - between my food coma and the lack of sleep, I passed out immediately for a good night sleep in our new place with a good fan. 

The next morning, refreshed, i set out to meet Marjie while she was taught English with the intention of taking pictures. I'm so glad I went because the young teens that Marj had been teaching 2 sessions a day for 2-3 days were adorable and spoke really good English. I was really impressed with their diligence and desire to learn English, seizing every opportunity to learn.  Marj left feeling like she was on cloud 9 too, so I'm really glad she had the chance to do this.  

I met up with Paul for our last lunch at the jolly cute baguette lady stand.  We had intentions of going to the Royal Palace, but if you haven't gathered yet that Luang Prabang makes you the laziest blob on Earth, then I haven't done a good job with this blog post.  With that being said, we never made it to the palace.  We sat at a cafe drinking iced coffees and used the wifi.  We decided it was the laziest city ever and it was best to spend the last day there being lazy.  Lonely Planet raves about Luang Prabang and although it was a beautiful city and I, of course, enjoyed myself, it's by far my least favorite place in Laos.  It was chock full of foreigners and everything was set up to accommodate us. I often didn't feel like I was in Laos, so I was looking forward to leaving and moving on to the next location.

We went to the bus station to get on our bus heading to Sam Nuea in the far Northeast, close to the Vietnamese border.  We had heard it was off the beaten path and worth it because of all the history of the "Hidden War", an air war brought on by none other than our very own American leaders during the time of the Vietnam War. We were ready for the 16 hour journey!

Laos begins!

Back home.  Well not really, but in Laos I feel more at home than I did in Vietnam. The language is more familiar (the dialect spoken in my village is similar to Laos) and the easy smile in response to my wave is definitely more familiar.  

The bus ride through the last bits of Vietnam to the Vietnam / Laos border, left a positive feeling in my heart for Vietnam.  The bus attendant was kind and patient and when we got to the border at 5am, sleepy and confused, he got us onto a bus to take us into Laos.  We thought we'd have to wait until the next day and would have to transfer many times to get where we wanted, but the bus he got us on would take us directly, without us ever telling him where our final destination was.  The new bus attendant was even more pleasant and with an hour until peel away time, we went out for food.  We passed a restaurant with a bunch of men sitting in the front, telling us to come in. The man who owned the restaurant cooked and that alone is rare and special, to see a man in these parts cook.  The food was good and he was a doll.  Marj was filling out post cards from Sapa and he and the patrons all came over to look at the pictures and give us a smile.  When leaving, the cook excitedly shook my hand and gave me a huge, semi-toothless smile.  Across the street, the ladies beckoned me over to buy apples....how'd they know I wanted apples?! They were all so excited to briefly talk with me; all of this warmth left me smiling and feeling good, but sad to leave Vietnam.

Crossing the border into Laos was a breeze, with the exception of every Asian on the bus getting violently car sick.  I thought the mountains were glorious, but I don't think they did!  The sounds of Laos being spoken and passing through villages of big smiles in response to my wave, I felt like I was home in Thailand again.

We arrived in Luang Nam Tha, the far northwestern region, close to Burma, in 10 hours.  On the tuk tuk ride from the bus station to the center of town, Marj and I both commented on the poverty we'd seen thus far.  Every house was a wooden/ bamboo shack, kids running around naked, women, including young girls wearing traditional pasin's (like a sarong wrapped around as a skirt - in Thailand, only grandmas still wore them as anything more than a robe), dirt everywhere and simply a look of poverty, more than any of the countries I'd been to in SE Asia. 

Once in town center, I walked around looking for the cheapest place and what do you know?  The cheapest place was right across from the night food market!  Marj and I, hungry and worn had som-tam (Papaya salad), Laos coffee and a Laos beer called Beerlao, the dark lager, which is delish.  In Laos, there is only one type of beer, Beerlao, dark and light.  Its a good thing the one option here is so tasty!  Feeling refreshed, we went out to learn about trekking for me and kayaking for Marj.  A traveling buddy we met along the way had recommended Green Discovery, we found them quickly and Marj booked a 2 day kayak trip with her and a guide and I was able to jump on a 3-day trek through the Nam Ha National Protected Area that 3 other people had already signed up for.  The more people the cheaper and most importantly, more fun.  Three days of trekking through the jungle provides a lot of time for talking so it's cool to be with new people to get to know.  Marj and I, both excited, went home to pack our bags and get a good night of sleep.

The next morning, Marj and I hugged, parting ways for the next 3 days.  As I shook the hands of my new trekking buddies, Kelly and Matt, a 28 year old couple from Texas and Paul, a 32 year old Englishman who was raised in Malawi, Africa, I knew it'd be a good few days.

And good it was. We began in a small village and we picked up a local guy to help us through day one.  Nobody remembers his name, but I named him Muscle Man or Mr. Laos because his body was one big muscle and he was everything I thought a Laotian man would be.  The guy had to be at least 55 years old and he had a solid rock body.  Any time he lifted his arms a bicep, tricep or something would come out bulging.  That's what a physically laborious life will give you, I guess.  The first leg of our trip was through many streams and rivers; we had to cross via raft in the beginning and Muscle Man had to scoop water out first from all the rain that had come the week prior.  We had been told the path had a few fallen branches because the rain came in with really bad storms.  Well, fallen branches was an understatement.  Muscle Man was chopping through the entire path with his machete all day.  There was fallen bamboo, branches and massively huge trees.  It made for some extra climbing and crawling, which was fun, but Muscle Man did us proud and really cleared the path for us.  We realized early on we were deep in the jungle, unable to see anything but lush trees, bamboo and the backpack in front of you.

Laos food in general is delicious, but the food on this trek being made in the midst of the jungle, was surprisingly amazing, with a capital A.  Lunch the first day was sticky rice wrapped in banana leaves, tofu and tomatoes, this spicy chili dish, sauted veggies and liver. The guides had collected banana leaves along the way to use as a placemat for the food.  They laid the leaves out on the ground and dumped the food out on it, which we used our fingers and sticky rice to scoop up.  I felt like I was in Esan :)

That night we stayed at a little campsite with only us and the bees. The place was swarmed with bees and Matt and I both got stung, little bastards.  All of us, except for Paul, had some leeches on our feet/ legs to get rid of.  Once we changed into dry clothes (our clothes were drenched from sweat, it's so damn hot in May) the bees mostly hung out on our clothes rather than us.  There was a 3 sided shelter that our guides set up with mats, mosquito nets and sleeping bags we carried from town.  Our guides worked quite hard as soon as we got to camp, setting up our sleep space and cooking, using various herbs they collected along the hike.  Dinner consisted of sticky rice, this amazing tomatoe sauce/soup thing, a pork or buffalo dish, we never really found out exactly what it was and this unbelievable soup with bamboo shoots and tons of green veggies with the perfect amount of spice.  We couldn't get enough of it.  By this time we learned Matt makes noises/sound effects when reacting to something, and he was making a lot of hmmmm's during this meal before each bite.  

After dinner, Matt and Kelly taught us this awesome card game called Cabo, taught to them by an Israeli they met along their travels.  It was a complex game and we somehow stayed up until 10, despite our exhaustion from the day, because we couldn't stop playing this game.  The only thing we stopped for was sounds we heard from the little stream running through our camp.  It sounded like splashing and we could all swear it was a tiger (that's an exaggeration, we just really wanted to see a tiger) or some kind of animal. Paul went down to look while we supported him from the top, but it was pitch black.  The next day our guide, Ae, told us it was probably a pebble.....I think he thought we were over exaggerating but we were convinced it was some animal. We scoped out the sky full of stars (1,000 star hotel....my kind of hotel!) before bed to rest up for day 2.

Next morning, we had some "coffee" (3-in-1....the instant coffee Thai people love that we call sugar water with a splash of coffee), sticky rice and a delish egg omelet.  Sadly, Muscle Man wasn't carrying on with us but gave each of us strings, while wishing us good and pushing away the bad.  This is like the Thai string ceremony that can be done both formally and informally, and made me just as emotional.  We said our good-byes and on full bellies began the intense incline of day 2.  Without Muscle Man present, our guide Ae spent the morning chopping...more enormous fallen trees. It was impressive. We sat down for lunch in the midst of bamboo.  Banana leaves laid out, we ate out lunch of sticky rice, sauted string beans and eggplant.  All of a sudden, the sky went dark and the winds came in strong.  Creaking bamboo gives off some scary sounds but, after seeing all the huge fallen trees, we knew standing amongst bamboo would be safer than finding shelter elsewhere.  So we wrapped up lunch and waited until the hard rains passed.  It didn't last long which was good, but made for an afternoon of slippery declining terrain. We all had a few good spills. Another afternoon of fending off leeches as well, since those little suckers really know how to leech on (haha).

We walked through a village or two along the river.  We were excited to go for a swim once we got to the village we were staying for the night.  Sadly, by the time we got there, the river looked like mud and I was no longer in the mood for a swim.  Germany had collaborated with many of the villages in this National Protected Area (NPA) we were hiking through and supplied many of the villages with a clean water pump.  So we rinsed under that instead.  We strolled around the village observing the kids and families working and the many farm animals that were like part of the family.  We were expecting rains to come in the night and the shelter we were to sleep in had a bamboo roof.  Ae didn't want us to take the chance so he spoke to one of the only families in the village with a tin roof who graciously allowed us to sleep in their house.  The house being just one giant room on stilts made out of wood with an old married couple in which the old man (grandpa) lived there all his life.

We had dinner at their home with them and the many villagers that came to watch us eat.  One older man went around in a circle pouring out shots of rice wine to 2 people at a time up until the bottle was empty.  He didn't say a word all night, just poured rice wine with a big ass smile on his face.  The family was so sweet and I wanted to take grandpa and rice wine pourer with us, they were so nice.  I was able to speak to them with my little Laos and it was a fun way to experience a very remote Laos village.  After dinner, everybody cleared out for a bonfire.  The women sat around crocheting while their tired children clung to them.  When it was time for bed, the kids climbed on their mom's back like little monkeys, mom would tie the blanket around their body to secure the kids in and get up to go home.  Really cute.

Everybody went to bed but the four of us wanted to play more card games (cabo is addicting!). There were no lights outside of the homes so we played for a bit inside while grandma and grandpa watched us play and we learned a bit more about their family.  We felt as though we were keeping them up so when we got up to continue cards outside with our headlamps, they insisted we stay in.  Genuine hospitality was an understatement, as they let us eat, sleep and feel comfortable in their home, and did it with sincerity.  We ended up leaving for a little walk shortly after because there were enormous roaches everywhere and although Kelly is a tough cookie, she is afraid of them.  Not like I enjoy their presence or anything, but one thing Thailand taught me was how to relax my mind to live amongst the roaches.  Either way, our walk helped mental preparation for a night of sleeping with them.  As usual, I slept like a rock and morning came too early.

I woke at 6:30 to the village already in full swing: people hoeing gardens and feeding the variety of farm animals that lived amongst the people.  We had fun with one particular beautiful, young girl who hung around us.  She was perfect to take pictures of, she had such an aura about her: cautious but curious and sweet.  She loved seeing the pictures of herself afterwards and Paul and Kelly let her take some photos too which she loved.  We had breakfast and as we packed up our stuff, the villagers all came to watch.  I was putting band-aids on my feet to help prevent the usual blisters I get from my hiking boots and grandpa came up to me asking me to bandage him up.  The night before he had told me that he recently fell from his stilted home and hurt himself, one outcome being big cuts on the side of his face and on his foot.  I used peroxide, antibiotic cream and bandaged him up leaving some medicine for him to use which he was grateful for.  As small as this task was, it reiterated my urge to be a nurse.  I periodically felt it in Thailand, particularly when I was doing breast cancer checks for the women in my community, and this only enhanced it....maybe school isn't completely out of the question for me.  I could do doctors without borders as a nurse....hhhhmmmmm, the possibilities.

We carried on with the steepest incline yet and plenty more leeches.  Other than the morning incline, it was a relaxing hike that ended around 2pm.  We hopped in the van to take us back to town, chatting about cold beer and hot showers.  I've previously done longer treks than this one back home but have never been so sweaty and dirty, so much so that I washed my hair twice just to make sure I really got clean.  My clothes stunk to high heaven and so I got some laundry done too.  I met up with my new friends and cold beers we drank.  Marj joined us for a bit and so did this guy Nick from Arizona.  Kelly, Matt and Paul had previously met him and he happened to be walking by while we were out and hung out with us from there.  He was everything you didn't expect.  He was tall, built, tattoos, blond and has this voice that makes you think he isn't sure what's going on, but he is very much the opposite.  He loves to travel, is musically talented and will start med school in Fall - everything about him made me laugh, in a good way.  Anyway, it rained all night but we finally made our way across the street to the night market for food (more som-tam!) and more drinks.  There is a curfew in Laos, as there is in Vietnam, and our guesthouse was locked up when we got back.  We had to wait ten minutes for our knocks to wake them up. Paul and I, still awake with fresh Beerlao's in hand, stayed up too late to hang out causing us to be very tired the next day.

We lounged around too lazy and tired to move in the insane heat.  We had the intention of taking a night bus to our next destination but unable to book in advance, we feared we wouldn't be able to get a seat.  So we took the 2:30 bus instead with Kelly, Matt and Paul which was supposed to get us in to Luang Prabang at 10/11ish.  I figured tack on the typical few hours and expected to be there by midnight.  However, the bus didn't leave at 2:30.  It left at 4:00pm for no particular reason, then add in a flat tire which took an hour and about 10 Laos men to fix, mix in hours driving on rocky dirt roads full of pot holes forcing the bus driver to drive extra slow and careful (thank God - the drivers here are much more careful than Thai bus drivers) which resulted in an arrival time of 4am.....figures!  We haggled with a song-taew driver to take us to the hostel, Spicy Laos to begin our time in Luang Prabang.

Sapa 4 sale

After feeling certain we would be sleeping on a van, we pull into a bus station where we change into a legit bus, a sleeper no less, the most comfortable one yet. We ended up better than we thought!  The guy at the bus station was really nice, exchanging a few niceties with limited language and helping us put our bags in the bus.  Surprised I was, when we got on the bus and he turned into the usual pushy, aggressive, nasty bus attendant I still can't get accustomed to.  He was behind me "directing" all of the people, grunting and elbowing me in the head.  Not sure why these guys don't realize getting in front of us would be helpful.  After a few good shoves from Mr. Bus Nazi, I realized me telling him continuously to stop wasn't getting us anywhere, so I turned around, put my hand on his chest and told him to cut the BS, slightly more diplomatically than that, but he caught my drift and backed up.  I wondered what the hell happened to the nice kid at the bus station...Marj and I figure it's a bus attendant ego thing.

In the middle of the night, there had been an accident (we think) or something that caused us to  stop in the middle of the road, shut off the bus and hang for 2 hours.  We came across something similar in the morning, turning a 12 hour bus ride into a 17 hour one.  We arrived in Sapa with the usual bombardments, but this had the addition of the ethnic minorities Sapa is most known for, dressed in their great clothes, trying to persuade us to go on a tour to their village.  As if trying to find a place to sleep wasn't hard enough.  We agreed with the best deal we found and after settling in, head out to explore our new home of the next few days.  

June is the official beginning of the rainy season, but it seems to make visits in May.  And so it rained all afternoon.  As with most Asian markets/stores, everybody sells the same thing and sell right next to each other.  I believe this stems from a community driven culture in which individuality and uniqueness is not desired.  With this, and the region/weather we were in, "Northface" stores were everywhere.  Lucky for me, I picked up a rain jacket.  There was some kind of sport event in the main square; one game I saw had a ring at the top of a long pole that was in the ground.  The person had to throw a long concoction of roses into the ring.  Different, Interesting and it got the crowd goin a bit. 

The next day, sun a'blazin, we set off on a little hike through Cat Cat Village. From the get-go, this town provided some serious views and this hike only put us more into the midst if it all.  We met this awesome New Yorker, Robin, early on in the trek and we walked the whole way together.  It was a fairly short hike but we took our time, taking in views, shopping at the local markets (scarves, quilts, etc), taking pics and a few little detours.  The mountains were full of built in rice terraces (similar to Batad in the Philippines) and various farms within the mountains.  It's a region that's just jam packed with mountains and the local people worked with what they had.  All the mountain climbing must make for a tight butt!  It was really nice to see farmers going about their daily business, kids playing and regular life.  

The kids live interesting lives here.  What I'm about to describe seems to be more common for the ethnic minorities and the large majority rural population. From birth, they are strapped on the back of a parent by blankets while the parent farms, go to market and basically do whatever their daily life consists of.  In Sapa, It seems that once they are able to walk, the kids go about their day on their own.  They are always at least 2 together and you can tell they watch over and rely on each other, but we'd see small children all over the mountains and no adults in sight. We approached this one house with 3 kids and a large garbage bin type bucket with water in it.  1 of the 3 kids, about 2 years old was in it and the other 2 kids were trying to get him out.  There was no stress, none of the kids were scared, but it was a struggle so I went over to help the little guy out of the garbage pail.  he waddled around a bit, his naked hiney and all, and almost immediately tried to climb back in - too cute!

At the end of the trail was a cute little cafe overlooking the mountain where we stopped for cold drinks and sunflower seeds.  It was a really lovely afternoon.  After parting ways with our New Yorker who was heading back to America, we went for dinner.  Marj and I ate separately as I wanted market noodle soup and she wanted something, well less market food.  I found a lady that made me feel good, mainly by her smile and the fact that she kept showing me various veggies she would put in my soup.  The soup was off the chain - I no longer know where I had the best noodle soup in Vietnam.  All I know is I went back to this lovely lady for the vegetarian pho (noodles) every day I was in Sapa. 

  

Many of the tours bring you to these villages, meet the people of the various ethnic groups, have a meal with them and possibly stay a night with them.  But I read in many places this one hike was safe and do-able on your own so that's what I did on day 3.  Marj was hiked out from the day before but I had been jonesing for a solid day hike and looking forward to some time by myself.  The 2 ethnic minority villages I hiked through were in the heart of the rice terraces and it was simply stunning.  Throughout the day, I was greeted by some weary stares but also by some winning smiles.  I came across yet another church.  I chatted with the pastor, a 20 year old who could speak a little English - he was really nice and glad to have a visitor.

Of course, it rained pretty much all day. Thank goodness for my new "Northface" rain jacket.   It took me a bit longer to do the round trip because 2 times the rain was too heavy and I had to cover for shelter.  Ironically, this happened once on the way there and once on the way back, both times at the same location.  I was grateful for this because if it didn't rain, I wouldn't have made these stops and had these 2 lovely experiences.

The first stop, I was alone on a bench at the school I stopped at. I took my iPad out to take some photos and some notes when this little munchkina of about 1 years old waddles over, again shirt and no pants so hiney shining, with his grandpa.  Grandpa is dressed in the traditional H'momg garb.  I show the baby the pictures I took of my hike and thought it'd be cute to show him his own photo.  I feel a little strange taking photos of the kids because I dont know how they really feel about it, but I asked grandpa through charades and he grunted back, which I translated as a yes.  When I showed little munchkina his picture, he had no reaction despite me and grandpa oohing and aaahhhhing.  I then realized that the people who live here most likely don't have mirrors (extremely poor, live with basic, minimal necessities...if that) and so he most likely has never seen himself and didn't understand.  So i took a picture of all 3 of us and the little guys reaction when he saw his grandpa in the photo was adorable.  Squealing, jumping up and down, with a huge smile.  Made it worth my stop from the rain.

The second stop at the school on my way back was around lunchtime.  There were a few boys playing a game over by my bench and patch of drybess, so I went to watch them play.  I couldn't figure out what they were playing but it looked similar to what I've seen Thai kids play.  The main difference was that these guys were using rocks instead of plastic jacks used in my village (that alone shows the difference in economics).  The boys, snot running down their nose, holes in clothes, filthy and content, for the most part ignored me while younger boys, looking the same way ran around happily in the rain.  A few girls came over, in Traditional H'mong garb, clean, combed hair and nicely groomed.  It was interesting to see the stark difference in gender appearance.  Either way, all of the kids had perfect, gorgeous, white teeth.  This is completely different from every Thai kid who is lucky if they have teeth - they eat so much crap and sugar that every Thai kid I know has a rotting mouth....it's terrible. I took out my notebook to write notes so I wouldn't forget these endearing details and that caught everybody's attention.  I wrote my name and where I come from and explained to them what I was writing, then asked them to write their name and home town.  They all started to giggle and hold hands for comfort when one boy who had been playing jacks, with a smile that melted my heart, came forward and beautifully scripted his name, Chinh.  Some of Chinh's courage was infectious and a few others bravely scripted their name.  Before I know it, there are kids peeking over the fence - rougher looking kids who were clearly not at school.  They hopped over and scared off my sweet little guys, who did eventually come back.  But by this time, there were about 20 kids surrounding me repeating everything I said.  The rough looking boys began to act rough as well and although there was a lot of laughter, there was a lot of shoving, pushing, pulling, falling, etc and I didn't want to have to mediate anything.  By this time, the rain had stopped, so I gave some high fives and said good-bye.

Back in Sapa town, wet and hungry, where do you think I went? Yep, noodles at the market!  There was a Catholic Church in town center (I should note here that Ive seen more churches in Vietnam than I've seen Buddhist temples....so surprisingly odd to me) and they were hosting "Adoration of the Sacrament".  Having never been, not knowing what this was and traveling with an ex-nun, I was curious to check it out.  It was all in Vietnamese but Marj said they did and spoke the same way she would at the convent for the same "ceremony".  What was most interesting to us was that of about 50 Vietnamese participants, 45 were young people.  We were expecting a bunch of old ladies like we did saw in Thailand at temples and back home in churches, but it was the opposite.  

Later that night we met up with the 3 French Canadians we met in Hanoi and spent time with in Halong Bay.  It was so nice to spend our last night there with them - they are by far some of my favorite travelers we've met so far.  Marj went home early, so after my friends dropped me off at the hotel I was by myself to walk up the stairs to our room.  No biggie.  Except for the fact that as I walked passed reception, an enormously scary dog comes at me, growling his fangs glowing in the night.  I think I screamed.  I called the hotel Staffa bunch, hoping they could help me to no avail.  I tried to pass a few more times but was too scared.  I got a grilled corn on the cob from the street vendor to pass the time.  Now 45 minutes have passed by.  I tried to contact my friends thinking I could stay with them, but they were asleep.  Thankfully, another guest on the first floor came out for a cigarette.  I shared my dilemma with him, he got some bread to divert the dogs attention and away I went.  So glad for smokers.  One thing I can't wait for in America is domesticated dogs who don't attack anything with a pulse.

The unique ethnic minorities and the trekking are the two big draws to Sapa for tourists.  It's what drew me here.  We originally planned to take a day tour to meet with some of the people, eat with them and learn about them, but decided not to.  I think there were many reasons for this: we were tired and also because I kind of lost interest.  The ethnic groups are so interesting, but I thoroughly enjoyed my hike just walking through their villages.  Nobody harassed me to buy anything because I was surrounded by the people just going about their day.  The tours are a way for the locals to make an income, which I understand, but the attempts to constantly sell a tour and souvenirs wasn't borderline harassment, it was harassment.  All day long, all I'd say was "no thank you" over and over.  The only way they'd stop was when you ignored them, which felt worse to me but what I ended up doing.  The tourism, albeit bring income to poor communities and cultural exchange which is great, but I really feel it's cheapened the unique authenticity of these groups. They use their uniqueness to make a sale.  I love to see new things like this, but not while someone is over my shoulder the whole time making me feel bad for not buying.  To me, that's not what sharing culture should be about, and so we ended up not going on a tour.  Sad, but true.  I think that for them to really preserve their authenticity, they need to take Sapa off the high market.

Despite this, I loved my time in Sapa.  We got some nice hikes in, experienced something different and had a good time.  I was really looking forward to Laos and left on a night bus.  Most buses I've been on are pick-up and drop off services for the locals.  I can't lie, I've taken part in that in Thailand.  It's a quicker delivery than the postal system!  On this bus, we had all sorts of things comin and goin: tables, boxes, food, pillows, some of the mini stools for restaurant seating, etc.  Too funny.  We loved Vietnam and all the time we spent here.  My Dalat Easy Rider, Peter, called every other day while we were in Vietnam to see how we were.  The last day in Vietnam, we spoke to say a final good-bye and "love you's", he told me I had to let him know when I got a boyfriend so my man and I can come to Vietnam and ride with him.  I won't doubt that some day that happens.  So, it's not good-bye Vietnam, it's so-long Vietnam!

Hanging in Halong Bay

There were 7 of us from our hostel going to Halong Bay for 3 days and 2 nights.  We had all become friends during the previous 2 days in Hanoi.  Heidi (Irish) was traveling with New Zealanders Liam and Gus (Liam and Heidi met traveling and have been dating since....I know, too cute).  Then there was Ellie from Argentina and crazy Anuk from Holland, me and Marj.  We got picked up in a van for a 3-4 hour drive to Halong City.  Our tour guide was Ton and he talked a lot about the day and rules, etc, when we just wanted to stare out the windows and listen to our music.  We stopped at a rest stop and they made everybody wake up and get out of the bus....just more ways to get people to buy shit.  Don't they know we are all budget backpackers who 1) can't fit the enormous ceramic statues you are selling in our packs and 2) don't have $ to ship that?  I guess they don't know that.  

By the time we arrived into Halong City, it was raining and figured we wouldn't be using our bathing suits, but everybody was still in good spirits.  It was so touristy and Ton was serious about staying with the group that we all felt like we were on a school field trip.  Finally on our boat, setting sail, we could instantly tell why this is one of Vietnam's gems.  There are huge islands (look like big rocks) jutting out of the water all over the place.  It reminded me of Krabi in Thailand, but this bay had so many more islands - 1,979 to be exact.  It had stopped raining by lunchtime but was still cloudy, yet despite this you could see the beauty.  It was so peaceful.  There were 20 people on our boat and we all got to know each other over lunch.  There was an Australian couple and the lady was the only one not happy.  When they booked they were promised luxury and although the boat was fine, it was far from luxury.  Problem is they paid double what we did for the same thing which we learned earlier was part of the common scam for halong bay.  Luckily we knew these scams happened regularly, but I felt bad because nobody likes to get screwed over and Lord knows we've all been screwed.  Poor Ton, our tour guide who had nothing to do with this, was stuck having to mediate the situation and like most Asians who hate addressing conflict responded to her complaints like a robot: "Everybody is happy.  Everybody loves the boat.  Everybody is happy."  And that was verbatim, I heard it with my own 2 ears.  It most likely, only aggravated her more.  Marj and I want to set up a business to teach various, more helpful, response tactics.

The afternoon was full of walking through more caves (don't you worry, there were neon lights in this one too) and kayaking.  Ton exclaimed some ridiculousness that we should pay for a raft instead of the included kayak because everything was wet.  Buuuut, we were going in the water regardless, wet was a probable outcome whether we chose raft or kayak.  Hmmm, maybe Ton was in on the scams after all.....Well, nothing was stopping us from kayaking, as with most other people.  Ironically, all the Vietnamese tourists chose rafts and all the foreigners were in kayaks.

By the afternoon, Ton informed us that the 7 of us were leaving the boat to go to Cat Ba Island and to stay in a hotel for the night.  We were sad to leave our new friends but carried on.  The drive through the small island, alone, was worth getting off the bus.  It was beautiful.  the town center itself was cute and after dinner, Marj and I hit up the "night market".  I put this in quotes because it was maybe 15 stalls all selling the same, gaudy things...not much of a market.  but we got a good laugh.  We did see a roller blading park where a lot of young boys were blading around; it seemed like the cool thing to do.  It was an early night, which wasn't a bad thing - 2 nights of free beer and rice wine had taken a toll on me and I passed out. 

the next morning we went to Cat Ba National Park for a nice hike and then spent the afternoon strolling the island.  we ended up back in the boat that night: same boat as the day before, but a different guide and all new people.  We actually had 3 of our hostel mates join us at this point, Tom, Maude and Annabelle from Canada, and they were adorable so we were happy to be reunited.  We all exchanged stories of swapping boats and people throughout the past 2 days.  There was a system in place that nobody could figure out.

We go to our rooms on the boat, as Titanic music is playing and I hear a splash in the water.  Liam and Gus were jumping off the rooftop of the boat!  I screamed a good cheerleader scream, got super excited and ran in my room to get my bathing suit on.  After my first jump, again with a good scream all the way into the water, I thought they'd get less scary, but they didn't.  Four of us were going to jump together and on the count of 3 they all went in, but I froze, screamed and took a second to jump in after them!  Even those not jumping in were having a good time with all of this, when we saw something swimming in the water towards us.  Two guys, a German and a Frenchman, swam over from their boat about 300 meters from ours (we were docked over night) to join in our fun!  Now that's dedication.  Unfortunately it was time for dinner and they didn't stay long.  

We had heard that alcohol on the boat was expensive and so Marj and I were glad to bring the vodka we still had.  Pretty much all of our friends on the boat did this-our French Canadian friends invited us to use their mixers and so we hung out with them playing "never have i ever". We heard the boat across the way really making good use of their karaoke machine (boat with our german and french swimmers) and we were inspired.  To sing that is, not swim there :). S, it took our boat guys a solid 15 minutes to get the karaoke machine set-up.  we were confused because, like every good Thai, every good Vietnamese has karaoke pre-set-up in anticipation singers will come.  Either way, we got things movin.  This was my first experience singing Jingle Bells for karaoke, but I think having missed the past 2 Christmases made me extra ecstatic and I belted it out for Old Saint Nick.  As Let's go Barbie is belted on the microphone, we see not 2, but 3, things swimming in the water towards our boat.  Our German and French friends brought over another German who wanted in on our fun!  They were not shy, got themselves a beer, grabbed the mic and sang away!  The tour guides on the boats all got wind of this, phones started ringing, lots of discussion, some " yelling" and such.  Sadly, all of the commotion was over our 3 new friends and they were made to leave too quickly.   

The next day was really relaxed just sailing back to Halong City.  We stopped for lunch and back to Hanoi we were.  Not having a particularly strong desire to spend another day in Hanoi, we booked called our hostel there and they booked us an overnight bus to Sapa that same day.  We were happy the timing was working out so well.  

We made it back in time into Hanoi for me to get one last dish of delicious noodles from the stand across the street (the Pho ended up rocking my world once I figured out how to say it vegetarian....blissful) and one last fresh fruit shake.  While Anuk and I were off getting the shakes our bus came, but couldn't wait for us because its illegal.  So, some random guy on his bike came to tell us where the bus was waiting for us and carried Marjie's bag too.  Stuff like that only happens in SE Asia....randoms going out of their way, it's quite generous.  So, we arrive to the "bus" and it's actually a van, like a cramped one.  We figured an overnight on this should be interesting, and sleepless.  But, I reminded Marj and Anuk it could be worse - we could have livestock with us :)