After a 12 hour overnight train ride on the Orient Express we rolled to the end of tracks in Lao Cai. Right on the Chinese border, Lao Cai is approximately 38km from the French hill station of mist shrouded Sapa. Being a premier destination in North Western, the travelers stampeded their way off the train and filtered into the dozen or so mini busses and cabs waiting to escort us over the rice terraced mountains.
Phu |
Once arriving in Sapa, we were greeted by our tour guide, Phu who was an adorable and cheerful young Vietnamese woman. Given thirty minutes to freshen up we washed off the morning grim, changed into our trekking gear and grabbed a quick bite to eat before exploring the local market and setting out into the six hour expedition. The weather was in our favor which we considered a stroke of luck from the travel gods considering the clouds had eclipsed the sky for the last two weeks. The warm sunshine had dried the land making what could have been a mud slide tour a breath-taking trek.
Along with our informative leader, we were accompanied by a small group of H’Mong women who stroll from their village approximately 8km away every morning in order to meet Phu and her new clusters of tourists. There was one H’Mong woman dressed in her colorful traditional clothing per person ready to assist the not so graceful or familiar foreigners with the tricky descent. As we hiked down the steep hills, they paraded ever so casually weaving cane through their weathered hand for future apparel and/or handmade crafts to sell. The unwritten rule here is when the venture ends you buy a trinket. This is how the village women create income for their families. Todd and I made friends with Shura (Todd insists on referring to her as Shug) and Gha. Both spoke fluent English keeping us entertained with their inquisitive conversation and making us tiny horse figurines out of bamboo leaves.
Gha, far left and Shura, second on left |
Overall, I was very glad Todd urged me to visit Sapa. I remember looking through our travel books in the States and one of the most beautiful pictures was of the rice terraces in Vietnam. I knew it was a biggie “MUST SEE” and now we can check it off our list!