After the rigours of Vietnamese holiday heaven, I am pining for a cool, laid back atmosphere so I can put up my feet and escape the heat. We catch the night train, aiming for the sleepy mountain oasis of Sapa in the north-west of Vietnam. At Lao Cai, we trade train for mini-van and ascend the windy mountain road towards Sapa.
Each metre we ascend lifts a blanket of heat off, and the moist breeze whipping up the valley brings the promise of cool. The van struggles up the steep road, following an adjacent mountain range draped in white fluffy clouds. The landscape is rich and green; each hillside adorned with a myriad of terraced rice paddies glowing in brilliant apple-lime. Motorcycles weave around us, honking their horns, vying for headway and fearlessly overtaking on blind corners.
Each metre we ascend lifts a blanket of heat off, and the moist breeze whipping up the valley brings the promise of cool. The van struggles up the steep road, following an adjacent mountain range draped in white fluffy clouds. The landscape is rich and green; each hillside adorned with a myriad of terraced rice paddies glowing in brilliant apple-lime. Motorcycles weave around us, honking their horns, vying for headway and fearlessly overtaking on blind corners.
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