The sound of the train slowly chugging out of Hanoi somewhat tiny and lo-tech train station immediately relaxes me and memories of Russia comes flooding back. I was lying on my top bunk in a rather plush cabin with three other people, one American girl, Jayne, who had been staying in my hotel, an Australian man from Darwin and his Vietnamese 'wife'. I had bought my ticket from my hotel and they had booked me a first class ticket for $27 which is quite expensive in Vietnamese terms but the air conditioned cabin proved that it was worth it.
The rail system in Vietnam is relatively new and is commonly referred to as the Reunification Express as it links North and South Vietnam together. There is only one line which runs from Loa Cai in North West on Chinese border, to Hanoi and then down to Ho Chi Minh City in the far South. I was on the night train to Loa Cai where I was going get off and onto a bus up the hills to Sapa.
The journey was bumpy, slow and I couldn't see anything out of the window as the dark had swallowed all of the landscape. The other three in my cabin soon wanted to go to bed, so the lights were switched off and I retired to my bed where I watched several episodes of 24 on my MP3 player. Although the bed was comfortable and the temperature was bearable, sleep was near enough impossible as I was constantly being bombarded with a freezing blast of cold air from the air-conditioning unit on the ceiling. I tried changing positions but it didn't help, I then tried to stuff my shirt in the vent to no avail.
The train pulled up in Lao Cai railway station around 6.30am and we dragged our bags from the carriage onto the platform and into the barrage of waiting drivers begging for our custom. I hadn't booked my onward bus ticket to Sapa, which was an hours drive up into the mountains. The others in my cabin had already got tickets, so I decided to go along with Jayne and see if there was a spare seat for me in the bus. I struck lucky as I was welcomed on the bus and was soon on the ascent up the hills.
Sapa is a quiet small village sitting 1600m up in the mountainous north-east close to Mount Fansipan which is the highest peak in Vietnam at 3142m. It's famous for it's stunning scenes of the amazing rice terraces that spread out below the village and the ethnic people of Hmong, Dao, Tay and Giay tribes. The drive up through the mountains could be a fantastic experience, especially as the sun was rising over the rices terraces and mountain peaks but this morning, all I saw was mist. There were certain brief moments where the mist cleared and exposed the dramatically beautiful landscape stretching out below us before engulfing us again and diminishing the visibility down to just a few feet all around us.
As we arrived high above the mountain, I suddenly felt the cool mountainous breeze chill my bones to the core and I dived into my backpack to retrieve my fleece that I hadn't worn since China. With my fleece on and my bag on my shoulders I headed off to find the Green Valley International Youth Hostel. I had no idea where it was and when I asked the bus driver, he turned away, grabbed two Hmong girls and told me to follow them. This frustrated me a little as I knew they just wanted money from me. Despite that, I went with them and followed them down the road that led out of town, I couldn't see anything further than 5 meters in front or behind me. As we walked, we went through the usual questions of 'what's your name?', 'where are you from?', 'how old are you?' and I discovered that the two girls, Mai and Chuin were both Hmong girls, aged 14 and lived in Lai Chai, the neighbouring village. They come up into Sapa to sell their goods everyday to tourists and also acted as guides, taking people into the surrounding area. Today they were my guides, taking me to my hotel where I seriously needed to get some rest. I got there and said goodbye to Mai and Chuin whilst refusing to buy any of their wares but promising that if I were to buy something, I would buy it off them. I then sunk my head into the pillow on my bed in a rather cold room for a couple hours sleep, to my surprise, the bed came with an electric blanket which, once under the duvet, kept me at a nice comfortable temperature which helped me fall into a deep, overdue sleep.
A week before my trip to Sapa, I sat in a restaurant in Hanoi with Keith who had told me about his time in Sapa and how it was freezing cold and the weather was abysmal. I thought he was exaggerating as he had just been in Cambodia for a long time and travelled northward but I now realised that he was telling the absolute truth and I was shocked that I had to delve deeper into my bag and find my thermal vest as it was so cold. The cloud didn't lift for three days and remained constantly wet. Walking around a town that you did not know in extremely poor visibility is not the easiest thing to do as I couldn't see ten feet in front of me let alone any landmarks to orientate myself from. There was one point in the main square, I was standing amongst the ethnic market in the middle but couldn't see the sides of the square that ascended above.
After my first day was over, I thought I should head into the centre of town and find a restaurant to eat dinner in as the hostel was dead but on my way out, the owner of the hostel collared me and invited me to eat dinner with his family. It was a lovely surprise and a very welcome invitation, so I kindly accepted and joined then in the restaurant for dinner. There was a group of eight around the table digging into the delicious spring rolls, rice, meat and various noodles that the grandmother and the true boss of the family had prepared earlier. The only other guest staying in the hotel was a German man who sat next to me, whose name was as much of a mystery to me then as it is now, was cycling around the world bit by bit, this trip he was going to do from Hong Kong down to Saigon but unfortunately the weather had conspired against him. He told me as we ate that he had been waiting in Sapa for a week to get a decent spell of weather for his onward journey down the mountain towards Hanoi. However, he had only experienced one sunny day, the day before I arrived, and he used that to go for a trek around Sapa. My hopes for seeing good weather were dramatically low. We finished the evening off by playing a pool competition whist drinking extremely potent rice wine that the boss' brother had made at home. A fantastic example of the generosity and friendliness of Vietnamese people.
A few days of bad weather had passed and I spent most of this time catching up with this blog and correspondence with home. I had given myself a 'cut off' which meant I was going to stay for 6 nights and move on regardless of the weather. During those days, I kept seeing and speaking with Mai and Chiun who were relentless in trying to sell me their goods but had invited me to their friends wedding down in their village. A very nice invitation I thought but then my traveller's trepidation took over and my mind was shouting “SCAM SCAM SCAM!!!”. Unfortunately travellers are easy pickings for scams and rip offs and you have to be constantly aware of potential threats wherever you are. By talking to fellow travellers you always hear stories of scams and it's important not to turn around and say, that won't happen to me, because it will. Nevertheless, this was an invitation I couldn't pass up as it would be an excellent experience to witness a Hmong wedding and mix with some true locals. As the weather was abysmal, I had nothing to lose, so I graciously accepted the offer.
The big day came and I had decided only to take a small amount of cash with me so if it was a ploy to get my money, they wouldn't be able to get much from me. The girls had come along to the hotel to pick me up at 8am and we walked up back into town to meet another group of people that were also going down to the village. On the way up one of the older Hmong girls we were with got out her mobile phone and started listening and singing to Backstreet Boys, she told me with excitement that she was going to see them in Hanoi when they perform later that month. It always surprises me when ethnic people who live in wooden shacks in the middle of nowhere have mobile phones and know the likes of Backstreet Boys.
The only way to get to the village is by motorcycle as it's an incredibly muddy and long walk down. I hopped on the back of a motorcycle and set off downhill towards Lao Chai. I am always weary on the back of anybody's bike as I am not in control, but this time I was extremely concerned as I had no helmet and the road was littered with massive water filled pot holes and gravel and the mist acted like a blanket making the drop on the side of the road inconceivable. As we quietly descended with the motorbike's engine turned off to conserve fuel, the clouds parted and revealed the absolutely stunning scenery below of the sunshine reflecting of the flooded rice paddies stretching out for miles. My mouth dropped in awe at this spectacle.
|Down in the valley, below the clouds|
I clung onto the back of the motorcycle for fifteen minutes as it wound its way down the hill into the valley, we left the road and headed across the bridge into Lao Chai where the road turned from bad to non-existent mud track. In order to minimise the risk of getting stuck in the mud, my driver opened up the throttle and we sped through the town and up a small track where we stopped and rejoined the other guests. Amongst the guests, there were only three foreigners, me, a Swedish man called Ben who regularly visits Sapa and a Danish who had married and had a child with a local girl of an unknown age but she looked young, which seemed a little wrong to me. The girls told me that Hmong people can marry at any age from around 12 years old but do not usually sleep with each other for many years. The bikes soon disappeared to find more passengers and more money.
|Me, Ben, Chiun and Mai|
We had to walk another one hundred metres up a small slippery path up to the house where we were confronted with a lot of people all with a drink in their hands, some were loitering outside whilst many, around fifty people were crammed inside the house made from bamboo and sheets of corrugated metal. I was actually at the reception party where all family, friends and neighbours are invited round the bride's mother's house to celebrate the joining of two families. The actual ceremony took place the day before which was a little unfortunate as I would have like to see what their traditional marriage was. Nonetheless, this was a fantastic experience and I felt completely humbled by their generosity and invitation into their home on such a special occasion. I met the bride and groom, aged 22 and 23 respectively, she was dressed beautifully in the traditional Hmong clothing and wore a beaming smile which showed that she was obviously happy with her new husband and enjoying their special day. I presented the happy couple with my gift which was the traditional envelope with money in.
The bride's mother came out to greet us and warmly invited us into the house where she showed us to a table with a feast fit for a king laid out on it. The house was dimly lit by a few light bulbs dotted around the room and several candles and the table was squeezed into a corner. Before we entered the house, Chuin spoke to me and warned me several times not to drink too much as the rice wine is extremely strong and only drink after I have eaten. Despite this warning and my promise to not drink too much, I found it near enough impossible to stick to as every family member and neighbour wanted to drink their own special toast with us. They were all very forceful and it was impossible to deny their toast as it would have been considered very rude and even when you do drink, you have to finish all the potent spirit in the glass to the very bottom or you would be deemed as insincere.
|Drunk local showing off his moves|
The meal was a mixture of rice, sticky rice, noodles, vegetables and different types of meat (no dog... I think). The roasted chicken was by far the most delicious chicken I have tasted since Oktoberfest! I couldn't get enough of it. As the meal went on, more and more people came to us wanting to toast to the happy couple and talk with us. These constant toasts made it hard to finish the meal but we managed it and decided to bail out of the dining area whilst we still had our legs and minds fully operational. We stood outside for a while after trying to communicate with some inebriated locals whilst they were falling all over the place and after half an hour decided to take our leave.
|Chiun and Mai on our walk back to the village|
We had to walk down to the bottom of the valley where there may be some motorbikes that could take us back to Sapa. The walk was done carefully as the slippery mud was everywhere and you'll slip over no matter what tread you have on your shoes. Luckily none of us slipped over and we got to the bottom mostly clean. Unfortunately there were no motorcycles around so we waited around for a while but to no avail. With no transport back up to Sapa, we began walking in hope that we would find something along the way. After around twenty minutes walking up the hill and not finding a single motorbike, the Danish man, his wife and their baby baby between them stopped on their motorbike beside us. I wasn't too happy to see him riding the motorbike as I had no idea how much he had had to drink, he was already slurring and stumbling when we left around an hour before. I would have thought he would have more sense coming from Europe but obviously not. Anyway, they went off and managed to secure three motorcycles to come and pick us up. There were six of us which meant we would have to have two on the back of each bike, I shared with Chiun and we raced the others back into Sapa.
Once we got back into Sapa, we finished the day off with a walk around the small lake, I think it's small but might be mistaken as the fog restricted our view to only a few feet. Once I got back to the hotel, I was pleasantly surprised and relieved that the day had gone smoothly and I wasn't scammed at all. It had renewed my faith in locals and strengthened my annoyance in the fact that we constantly have to look over our shoulder and think everybody is out to get us when some actually want to be friendly. Later that evening, Mai and Chiun came to Green Valley and we played a card game they had taught me which I have completely forgot now.
|Sapa out of the clouds|
|View from the hotel|
Next time: A tight journey to Dien Bien Phu and remnants of French colonialism.