Sapa

29-10-2013  Our trip to Sapa was organised by our wonderful travel agent Doug who was more than generous with free tickets to the water puppet show and a cab once we returned from Sapa. We caught the train overnight from Hanoi to Lao Cai bunking in with two lovely Vietnamese who worked at an experimental Lab in Sapa.  The train looked as though it was left over from the war days and it creaked the whole 380 km, I thought it could fall to pieces at any moment, then to top it off some Vietnamese up the hallway talked in their high pitched voices all bloody night keeping us awake.  We arrived at La Cai then loaded onto a bus for another rickety trip up the Mountain range to Sapa.  I'm not real sure about these drivers they take a lot of risks overtaking on bends going up the range, it's a bit eerie but we made it.

Our balcony with a view over looking the smoggy town.

 The spectacular view from our balcony overlooking the valley and rice paddies.  Our room was bloody freezing and we hardly had any warm cloths, we didn't expect this cold.

 The morning fog rolls in over the valley blocking the view but the fresh air was delightful.

After a not so good breakfast and a shitty cup of tea we all meet in the lobby to meet our tour guide for a walk down to the village and I mean "down".  Sapa is a Mountainous area of Northwest Vietnam and the whole of Sapa district is dominated by the Hoang Lien Son Mountain range which is at the Eastern extremity of the Himalayas. 

Cat Cat Village is located on the Muong Hoa Valley where the H’Mong tribe live about 3km from Sapa and trust me it’s all down hill.  We tracked through the village with a couple of the local girls as our guides for the day and who told us many tails of there tribe. I asked if they learnt to speak English at school because they spoke perfect English, no she said we learnt from the tourist as they didn't go to school.

As you can see it was a drizzly day as we walked down the long winding path through Cat Cat Village checking out all the stores on the way down and there were many.  This is an example of the huts these people live in.

These hut are not just there homes but can also be their lively hood with stall set up inside.










Check out the wheelbarrow, what a classic and this is just one bit of equipment these poor people have to use daily and with a big smile on their face, they live a simple life and stress free.









The streets are lined with stalls as you follow the long narrow path in the hope to temp the tourist with their colorful wares.














Check out this little cutie, Des and I were eating some nuts and those big brown eyes were staring us down but of cause we couldn't give her nuts, I bet her parents trained her to look so cute.

Sapa is surrounded by many rice terraces and you cant forget the the mountain with the mist hovering at the peaks.

You just gotta love the creative ideas these guys invent and this water catcher is just one of many.

Now that's one ladder I would not like to be climbing after a few wines.

Hmong Woman repairing her mud wall the hard way.

Take a step back in time with this old corn grinder that still gets a lot of use.

I even managed a wink from this little guy who was carving items out of marble, I'm was very surprised he's wearing a face mask though.

As we arrive at Cat Cat Waterfall on this drizzly day we walk over the rickety bridge to more stalls, does it never end. Cat Cat Waterfall is 1 km from Sapa and is at the bottom of Muong Hua Valley. This is an age-old village of H'Mung ethnic group remaining unique customs and practices that are lost to other villages. Finally we made it to the bottom after walking down hundreds of stairs but as we all know it's going back up that's the killer.

On our arrival we were all greeted by some of the locals who put on a dance show with bamboo sticks, very impressive.

Finally we made it to the bottom after walking down hundreds of stairs but as we all know it's going back up that's the killer.











Now for the long walk up and between the pair of us and our skinny legs we are not doing so well but we soldiered on.  Up and Up we go but the top looks no nearer then we saw all these bikes going back and forth with people from the tour, now that's a great idea only we decided we needed the exerciser. We walked up taking in the scenery only our legs we about to give way "Fuck" the exerciser the next bike I'm catching so as a bike got closer we flagged him down and bargained a price, 30,000 vnd later ($1.50).  Three on a bike was a bit creepy and reluctantly we both hopped on and the driver rode us to the top and dropped us at our Motel in one piece, now that was an experience.

         
The view as we make our descend and each bend is different from the other.

The clouds drift over the mountain is just breathtaking

30-10-2014: I woke to a drizzly day and badly knotted legs and could hardly walk so there is no way I could manage a doing a 3 km track so Des and I decided to do our own thing and look for a massage parlor instead, well for me anyway.

Sapa Hmong Woman lined this wall weaving and sowing their little fingers off.  Flax is grown to get threads for weaving the brocade and fabrics for making garments, most of the woman have learned how to weave and sew cloths from their mother not only to make there cloths beautiful but also to prepare for their wedding.

The local woman watch on as some school kids perform in the park and I managed to sneak a quick photo.

These woman never stop but I must say they seam to live a stress free life spending their days happily weaving while keeping each other company.

Another common scene are the street markets where the hill tribes pick there products fresh daily then head to town to trade.

Food stalls are set up through out the markets and I must admit these looked so yummy but I just wasn't game enough to try them.

Sapa is a place set back in time and quite different from other parts of Vietnam and untouched by the outside world and such a pleasure to see.  As we leave Sapa I feel a bit sad to be departing this pleasant town but all good things must come to an end.  Our descend back down the mountain was as smooth as to be expected but not as bad as our rickety train ride back to Hanoi.  We arrived at 4.30am after another sleepless night listening to noisy Vietnamese then we had the added battle to try a catch a cab and all they want to do is con us but not this time I ended up phoning Doug who explained the details to the cabbie who eventually dropped us off at our motel.

Good By Sapa