Posted by: Travy
« on: November 11, 2020, 04:03:13 AM »visiting into the beating heart of Vietnam
Don't let anybody not even your most trusted bestie tell you that the overnight trip from Hanoi through rugged, Forested high altitude country to the provincial city of Lao Cai, On Vietnam's north european border with China, is considered great railway journeys of the world, effortless riding in a carriage quite ludicrously named the Orient Express. Firstly, The narrow bunk in the four berth cabin really is only just enjoyable enough to get some reasonable sleep, particularly with the constant banging of the door or was it the window or a shutter? Against the outside the train as it lurched nearly 400 kilometres towards the station where a driver would meet us for the hour's trip further into the mountains to our real destination. the city of Sapa. second of all, It is an through the night trip, naturally, And trapped and finishes in darkness, So all you see are the burbs of Hanoi and some ramshackle sidings. And no glasses of champagne or tinkling of the ivories here, Though you can grab a cheap bowl of pho from one of the numerous hawkers plying the platforms before you steam out of Hanoi. likewise, A word of recommendation about Hanoi Station. Make sure which you have a guide who clearly understands which train and which carriage you're in and that they take you to that carriage, basically to the station. Finding your allocated cabin may need clambering over tracks and weaving around other trains. But it's a journey I'm very happy to have made, as it is the only realistic way for Western travellers to get to this quite remote, Fascinating corner of the planet, Which seems occupied mostly by splendidly garbed tribal groups Black Hmong, Red Dzao and Flower Hmong among them driven out of China some 15 20 long time ago, And earnest Newbie trader European hikers off to do some serious trekking indeed. odd, Sapa reminds me somewhat of the largish towns in the Yorkshire Dales and the English Lakes District lots of shops selling walking boots, Bars vending beer by the pint, And restaurants trading in all forms of food. without, it could be easy to dismiss Sapa as a touristic curiosity, But in ways that's what it's always been a hill station established during the early 1920s by French colonials as relief from the stifling summer heat of the Vietnamese lowlands. Our trip has been organised in Sydney through Selective Tours and the Sapa end certainly seems at bay. The driver meets us very early every morning just outside the station, exactly as arranged, In a sizable, Very contented vehicle and the hotel in Sapa, The Sunny mountain, Is modern day day, Clean and cozy. And very well located, Just an easy stroll from the town's bustling eating venue and market district. The rising sun has provided a glimpse of the mountainous topography and it's confirmed by walking from the street into about the sixth floor of the hotel, With the lower floors cascading down the side of the hill. The views from the eatery and terrace, with the valley towards Fansipan Mountain, Vietnam's largest, Provide a magnificent backdrop to breakfast while our room is being prepared. We spend our first day ingesting the town, And accepting it a bit easy, Knowing that the very next day will bring quite a bit more exercise as we head, Mostly by walking, Into surrounding countryside. There's plenty to see and do. The clothing and handcraft stalls in the investing arenas are run mostly by women from the ethnic hill tribe groups, Mainly Hmong and Dzao of assorted colour persuasions red, african american, vivid, Green/blue, Largely determined by predominant dress colours, But all culturally quite different and all wonderfully dressed in intricately woven materials. The walk around the Ho Sa Pa Lake is pleasant and you readily see why the well to do for that read merchants and Communist Party officials choose to live on its banks. And the Sapa Culture Museum is well worth several hours. eatery wise, There's tons choice, But make an effort to to stick with local fare, which one is cheap, healthy and balanced and mostly good. Straying into cuisines such as Italian what were we thought? Seems to bring nothing but disappointment and higher costs. homemade wine, As every place in Vietnam, Is challenging, Despite the country's strong French connection. But the beer for instance,akin to Hanoi and 333 ('ba ba ba') Is common, discounted and eminently drinkable. Next morning we meet our guide, A Newbie trader Red Dzao woman who married only a decade ago, Has a couple of babies and lives nearby with family. We head off using driver, But soon it's on foot, not ever alone, Always in the middle of women and children keen to practise their English and, without a doubt, Hopeful of promoting a few trinkets or getting a tip .:https://www.bestbrides.net/signs-that-vietnamese-women-like-you/ for their local knowledge. But it certainly is not a hassle, Certainly nothing like in Beijing or Shanghai. The country is an eye opener. We've all seen the gorgeous photos of lavishly terraced fields of rice ascending otherwise lush, Green mountain tops, But it isn't until you're close up that you fully realise the work and skill that goes into growing and working the daily meal. And that's essentially what it is in this place in the world. its northern border western corner of Vietnam is a poor country. the colder, Less fertile spot unlike what, for instance, The Mekong Delta a couple of thousand kilometres south, And can generally speaking only yield one crop of rice a year, as opposed to the latter's three. That means there's much less chance of a surplus to sell and a consequent way away from subsistence cycle. And the work required is actually much more strenuous. We walk past many plants, Stop and buy some extremely fine and colourful local weaving and have some delicious pho for lunch, With a can of Hanoi beer to fix away the dust. anywhere you go, They use flat space, With rice being dried by the roadside, to provide an example. And everywhere you go, The emphasis place on education is so very obvious. men and women know that the future lies with the citizens of tomorrow. A highlight of our stay in Sapa is checking out the the Can Cau Saturday market, several hours by car along some dodgy roads but it's well worth the excursion to wander around so many stalls selling such an incredible range of foodstuffs, garments and tapestry work. Our guide haggles for some vegetables, fruits to take home. We mostly just soak up the atmosphere and are be Earnings-price ratioered by such a frenetic scene. endure, Down the hill a little bit, There's a constant parade of livestock house for sale, swapped or just admired.
Firstly, The narrow bunk in the four berth cabin really is only just convenient enough to get some reasonable sleep, especially with the constant banging of the door or was it the window or a shutter? Against the outside of the train as it lurched nearly 400 kilometres towards the station where a driver would meet us for the hour's trip further into the mountains to our real destination. metropolis of Sapa.
similarly, A word of advice about Hanoi Station. Make sure that you possess a guide who clearly understands which train and which carriage you're in and that they take you to that carriage, just to the station. Finding your allocated cabin may need clambering over tracks and weaving around other trains.
But it's a journey I'm very glad to have made, because it is the only realistic way for Western travellers to get to this quite remote, Fascinating corner around the world, Which seems occupied mostly by splendidly garbed tribal groups Black Hmong, Red Dzao and Flower Hmong among them driven out of China some 15 20 models ago, And earnest Newbie trader European backpackers off to do some serious trekking indeed.
odd, Sapa reminds me somewhat of the largish towns in the Yorkshire Dales and the English Lakes District lots of shops selling walking boots, Bars charging money for beer by the pint, And restaurants trading in all kind food.
astonishing. The view from the balconies at the Sunny Mountain Hotel.
without, it would be easy to dismiss Sapa as a touristic curiosity, But in ways that's what it's always been a hill station established noisy. 1920s by French colonials as relief from the stifling summer heat of the Vietnamese lowlands.
Our trip has been organised in Sydney through Selective Tours and the Sapa end certainly seems in hand. The driver meets us very early each morning just outside the station, exactly as arranged, In a major, Very adequate vehicle and the hotel in Sapa, The Sunny off-road, Is newer, Clean and comfortable. And quite well located, Just an easy stroll from the town's bustling dining and market district.
The rising sun has provided a glimpse of the mountainous topography and it's confirmed by walking straight from the street into about the sixth floor of the hotel, With the fewer floors cascading down the side of the hill.
The views from the restaurant and terrace, about the valley towards Fansipan Mountain, Vietnam's highest, Provide an amazing backdrop to breakfast while our room is being prepared.
We spend our first day soaking up the town, And drinking it a bit easy, Knowing that the following day will bring quite a bit more exercise as we head, Mostly on foot, Into the encompassing countryside.
There's plenty to do and see. The clothing and handcraft stalls in the investing arenas are run mostly by women from the ethnic hill tribe groups, Mainly Hmong and Dzao of numerous colour persuasions red, black, light, Green/blue, Largely dependent on predominant dress colours, But all culturally quite different and all magnificently dressed in intricately woven materials.
Stocking up our driver for the Sapa grand adventure.
The walk around the Ho Sa Pa Lake is quite pleasant and you readily see why the well to do for that read merchants and Communist Party officials choose to live on its banks.
And the Sapa Culture Museum is well worth a couple of hours.
cafe wise, There's whole lot choice, But my advice is to stick with local fare, which has been cheap, nutritious and mostly good. Straying into cuisines such as Italian what were we thinking? Seems to bring nothing but discontent and higher costs.
red or white wines, As location in Vietnam, Is tricky, Despite the country's strong French connection. But the beer say like,resembling Hanoi and 333 ('ba ba ba') Is abounding, bad and eminently drinkable.
The Newbie trader Red Dao woman who guided us on three splendid days around Sapa.
Next days we meet our guide, A Newbie trader Red Dzao woman who married recently, Has a couple of Newbie trader kids and lives nearby with family. We head off with the driver, But soon it's by walking, indicates alone, Always in the middle of women and children keen to practise their English and, all right, Hopeful of promoting a few trinkets or getting a tip for their local knowledge.
But it's not a hassle, Certainly nothing can beat in Beijing or Shanghai.
The country is an eye opener. We've all seen the gorgeous photos of lavishly terraced fields of rice ascending otherwise lush, Green hills, But it isn't until you're close up that you fully realise the work and skill that goes into growing and collecting the daily meal.
And that's essentially what it is in this part of the world. its northern border western corner of Vietnam is a poor country. it's a colder, Less fertile spot in contrast to, quickly, The Mekong Delta a couple of thousand kilometres to florida, And can in most instances only yield one crop of rice a year, as opposed to the latter's three.
That means there's much less chance of a surplus to sell and a consequent way away from subsistence cycle. And the work required is actually much more strenuous.
Don't let anybody not even your most trusted bestie tell you that the overnight trip from Hanoi through rugged, Forested high altitude country to the provincial city of Lao Cai, On Vietnam's north european border with China, is considered great railway journeys of the world, effortless riding in a carriage quite ludicrously named the Orient Express. Firstly, The narrow bunk in the four berth cabin really is only just enjoyable enough to get some reasonable sleep, particularly with the constant banging of the door or was it the window or a shutter? Against the outside the train as it lurched nearly 400 kilometres towards the station where a driver would meet us for the hour's trip further into the mountains to our real destination. the city of Sapa. second of all, It is an through the night trip, naturally, And trapped and finishes in darkness, So all you see are the burbs of Hanoi and some ramshackle sidings. And no glasses of champagne or tinkling of the ivories here, Though you can grab a cheap bowl of pho from one of the numerous hawkers plying the platforms before you steam out of Hanoi. likewise, A word of recommendation about Hanoi Station. Make sure which you have a guide who clearly understands which train and which carriage you're in and that they take you to that carriage, basically to the station. Finding your allocated cabin may need clambering over tracks and weaving around other trains. But it's a journey I'm very happy to have made, as it is the only realistic way for Western travellers to get to this quite remote, Fascinating corner of the planet, Which seems occupied mostly by splendidly garbed tribal groups Black Hmong, Red Dzao and Flower Hmong among them driven out of China some 15 20 long time ago, And earnest Newbie trader European hikers off to do some serious trekking indeed. odd, Sapa reminds me somewhat of the largish towns in the Yorkshire Dales and the English Lakes District lots of shops selling walking boots, Bars vending beer by the pint, And restaurants trading in all forms of food. without, it could be easy to dismiss Sapa as a touristic curiosity, But in ways that's what it's always been a hill station established during the early 1920s by French colonials as relief from the stifling summer heat of the Vietnamese lowlands. Our trip has been organised in Sydney through Selective Tours and the Sapa end certainly seems at bay. The driver meets us very early every morning just outside the station, exactly as arranged, In a sizable, Very contented vehicle and the hotel in Sapa, The Sunny mountain, Is modern day day, Clean and cozy. And very well located, Just an easy stroll from the town's bustling eating venue and market district. The rising sun has provided a glimpse of the mountainous topography and it's confirmed by walking from the street into about the sixth floor of the hotel, With the lower floors cascading down the side of the hill. The views from the eatery and terrace, with the valley towards Fansipan Mountain, Vietnam's largest, Provide a magnificent backdrop to breakfast while our room is being prepared. We spend our first day ingesting the town, And accepting it a bit easy, Knowing that the very next day will bring quite a bit more exercise as we head, Mostly by walking, Into surrounding countryside. There's plenty to see and do. The clothing and handcraft stalls in the investing arenas are run mostly by women from the ethnic hill tribe groups, Mainly Hmong and Dzao of assorted colour persuasions red, african american, vivid, Green/blue, Largely determined by predominant dress colours, But all culturally quite different and all wonderfully dressed in intricately woven materials. The walk around the Ho Sa Pa Lake is pleasant and you readily see why the well to do for that read merchants and Communist Party officials choose to live on its banks. And the Sapa Culture Museum is well worth several hours. eatery wise, There's tons choice, But make an effort to to stick with local fare, which one is cheap, healthy and balanced and mostly good. Straying into cuisines such as Italian what were we thought? Seems to bring nothing but disappointment and higher costs. homemade wine, As every place in Vietnam, Is challenging, Despite the country's strong French connection. But the beer for instance,akin to Hanoi and 333 ('ba ba ba') Is common, discounted and eminently drinkable. Next morning we meet our guide, A Newbie trader Red Dzao woman who married only a decade ago, Has a couple of babies and lives nearby with family. We head off using driver, But soon it's on foot, not ever alone, Always in the middle of women and children keen to practise their English and, without a doubt, Hopeful of promoting a few trinkets or getting a tip .:https://www.bestbrides.net/signs-that-vietnamese-women-like-you/ for their local knowledge. But it certainly is not a hassle, Certainly nothing like in Beijing or Shanghai. The country is an eye opener. We've all seen the gorgeous photos of lavishly terraced fields of rice ascending otherwise lush, Green mountain tops, But it isn't until you're close up that you fully realise the work and skill that goes into growing and working the daily meal. And that's essentially what it is in this place in the world. its northern border western corner of Vietnam is a poor country. the colder, Less fertile spot unlike what, for instance, The Mekong Delta a couple of thousand kilometres south, And can generally speaking only yield one crop of rice a year, as opposed to the latter's three. That means there's much less chance of a surplus to sell and a consequent way away from subsistence cycle. And the work required is actually much more strenuous. We walk past many plants, Stop and buy some extremely fine and colourful local weaving and have some delicious pho for lunch, With a can of Hanoi beer to fix away the dust. anywhere you go, They use flat space, With rice being dried by the roadside, to provide an example. And everywhere you go, The emphasis place on education is so very obvious. men and women know that the future lies with the citizens of tomorrow. A highlight of our stay in Sapa is checking out the the Can Cau Saturday market, several hours by car along some dodgy roads but it's well worth the excursion to wander around so many stalls selling such an incredible range of foodstuffs, garments and tapestry work. Our guide haggles for some vegetables, fruits to take home. We mostly just soak up the atmosphere and are be Earnings-price ratioered by such a frenetic scene. endure, Down the hill a little bit, There's a constant parade of livestock house for sale, swapped or just admired.
Firstly, The narrow bunk in the four berth cabin really is only just convenient enough to get some reasonable sleep, especially with the constant banging of the door or was it the window or a shutter? Against the outside of the train as it lurched nearly 400 kilometres towards the station where a driver would meet us for the hour's trip further into the mountains to our real destination. metropolis of Sapa.
similarly, A word of advice about Hanoi Station. Make sure that you possess a guide who clearly understands which train and which carriage you're in and that they take you to that carriage, just to the station. Finding your allocated cabin may need clambering over tracks and weaving around other trains.
But it's a journey I'm very glad to have made, because it is the only realistic way for Western travellers to get to this quite remote, Fascinating corner around the world, Which seems occupied mostly by splendidly garbed tribal groups Black Hmong, Red Dzao and Flower Hmong among them driven out of China some 15 20 models ago, And earnest Newbie trader European backpackers off to do some serious trekking indeed.
odd, Sapa reminds me somewhat of the largish towns in the Yorkshire Dales and the English Lakes District lots of shops selling walking boots, Bars charging money for beer by the pint, And restaurants trading in all kind food.
astonishing. The view from the balconies at the Sunny Mountain Hotel.
without, it would be easy to dismiss Sapa as a touristic curiosity, But in ways that's what it's always been a hill station established noisy. 1920s by French colonials as relief from the stifling summer heat of the Vietnamese lowlands.
Our trip has been organised in Sydney through Selective Tours and the Sapa end certainly seems in hand. The driver meets us very early each morning just outside the station, exactly as arranged, In a major, Very adequate vehicle and the hotel in Sapa, The Sunny off-road, Is newer, Clean and comfortable. And quite well located, Just an easy stroll from the town's bustling dining and market district.
The rising sun has provided a glimpse of the mountainous topography and it's confirmed by walking straight from the street into about the sixth floor of the hotel, With the fewer floors cascading down the side of the hill.
The views from the restaurant and terrace, about the valley towards Fansipan Mountain, Vietnam's highest, Provide an amazing backdrop to breakfast while our room is being prepared.
We spend our first day soaking up the town, And drinking it a bit easy, Knowing that the following day will bring quite a bit more exercise as we head, Mostly on foot, Into the encompassing countryside.
There's plenty to do and see. The clothing and handcraft stalls in the investing arenas are run mostly by women from the ethnic hill tribe groups, Mainly Hmong and Dzao of numerous colour persuasions red, black, light, Green/blue, Largely dependent on predominant dress colours, But all culturally quite different and all magnificently dressed in intricately woven materials.
Stocking up our driver for the Sapa grand adventure.
The walk around the Ho Sa Pa Lake is quite pleasant and you readily see why the well to do for that read merchants and Communist Party officials choose to live on its banks.
And the Sapa Culture Museum is well worth a couple of hours.
cafe wise, There's whole lot choice, But my advice is to stick with local fare, which has been cheap, nutritious and mostly good. Straying into cuisines such as Italian what were we thinking? Seems to bring nothing but discontent and higher costs.
red or white wines, As location in Vietnam, Is tricky, Despite the country's strong French connection. But the beer say like,resembling Hanoi and 333 ('ba ba ba') Is abounding, bad and eminently drinkable.
The Newbie trader Red Dao woman who guided us on three splendid days around Sapa.
Next days we meet our guide, A Newbie trader Red Dzao woman who married recently, Has a couple of Newbie trader kids and lives nearby with family. We head off with the driver, But soon it's by walking, indicates alone, Always in the middle of women and children keen to practise their English and, all right, Hopeful of promoting a few trinkets or getting a tip for their local knowledge.
But it's not a hassle, Certainly nothing can beat in Beijing or Shanghai.
The country is an eye opener. We've all seen the gorgeous photos of lavishly terraced fields of rice ascending otherwise lush, Green hills, But it isn't until you're close up that you fully realise the work and skill that goes into growing and collecting the daily meal.
And that's essentially what it is in this part of the world. its northern border western corner of Vietnam is a poor country. it's a colder, Less fertile spot in contrast to, quickly, The Mekong Delta a couple of thousand kilometres to florida, And can in most instances only yield one crop of rice a year, as opposed to the latter's three.
That means there's much less chance of a surplus to sell and a consequent way away from subsistence cycle. And the work required is actually much more strenuous.