I’m writing this with a glass of Sangiovese in my hand, in front of an open fire, wearing every item of clothing I have with me. It’s freezing! We’re enjoying a little luxury on a mountain in Sapa, appreciating hot showers and soft beds after two days hiking. And Italian red wine.
We’ve been balancing along the edges of rice paddies, trekking along streams and covering ourselves in mud. And feeling single handedly responsible for race relations between local ethnic minorities. “Why you only buy from Hmong? Why not you buy from Zay?” We homestayed last night, and head back to Hanoi tomorrow night to meet up with the last member of our posse.
Things could be a whole lot worse.