We got the overnight sleeper train from Hanoi to Lao Cai, paying for a
soft sleeper rather than a hard sleeper.
The soft sleeper was pretty hard some I dread to think what the hard
sleeper would have been like, but it did save us an overnight stop in a hotel. We shared the cabin with an Aussie/Irish
couple from Melbourne and so had quite a laugh.
To be fair the cabins were clean and very good but I don’t think any
of us slept much that night.
Lao Cai is only a few mile from the border with China – if we
get here again I’d like to try and cross the border into China but apparently
its frequently closed to westerners.
We got in to Loa Cai about 0630 and picked up a bus to the Sa
Pa. We’d sorted out a guide but the
first days walk was bit of a morning amble around the valley through a village,
Cat Cat, to some waterfalls and then a moped ride back. Stunning scenary though.
We managed to get to see inside a Black Hmong house;
amazing, 11 people and 4 generations live here.
The dark blue tubs are full of indigo which is the traditional dye they
use for their clothes.
I tried the street food from a stall by the path – grilled
pork and the local Sa Pa mushrooms – tasted good but I’ll wait and see what the
old stomach thinks! Managed to avoid the Immodium so far but it been a close run thing!! The tubes are bamboo stuffed with sticky rice and then
sealed and cooked over the BBQ – that was excellent, served with sesame seeds
The market was fascinating, as ever, the range of local food
huge, the dog meat stall was a step to far for us squeamish Brits though.
The various local minorities have different dress and
dialects but all come to Sa Pa to sell their handwork to the tourists and local
alike. The dark clothing is of the Black Hmong minority and the red head dress
is of the Red Dhao group.
The locals must think the tourists are very strange but, as
everywhere else in Vietnam, they have been very welcoming and helpful. They
love to practise their English, they see English as a way to improve their lot
in life. They have a real sense of humour
and burst out laughing at the hint of a joke.
I just hope they don’t ruin the place with too many
foreigners; you all need to get here before its spoilt - is that an oxymoron?
Sa Pa is a strange place, it was developed by the French as a
hill station in the early 1900s and they built a lake and colonial villas
around the area. Most were destroyed in
the various wars but recently the Vietnamese have built large houses/hotels in
a similar style. It makes Sa Pa look
almost like a European ski resort in some areas but then you turn the other way
and it is definitely a Vietnamese hill town.
View from the hotel
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