Saturday, March 26, 2011

Days 42 thru 48 - Back on the Bikes in Northwestern Vietnam

Written by Dan

           Within a few hours of dropping Ariel off at the airport in Hanoi on March 15, it started to rain heavily in Hanoi.

           Originally, Emily and I planned to bike out of Hanoi just as we had biked in. However, we quickly changed our minds and decided to take the train to Lao Cai, 375km north west of Hanoi. Lao Cai is starting point for most who wish to explore the scenery and minority cultures of the Hoang Lien Mountains. Since it would take about 4-5 days of biking in the rain through industrial townships just to get to Lao Cai, the train was a cheap and welcome substitute. Hopefully, it's one of the only transport cheats we make.

           At the train station, we were told that only one type of train has a car just for cargo like bikes and other big things. Later we found out this was not true, but not before we bought our tickets which were for hard seats on the 10 hour overnight journey. Considering how we had to cycle up an entire mountain directly after waking up from this train journey, were not psyched about the hard seats. In the end it turned out to be a rough night but not the worst we had gone through (for Emily, the night in the Rat House was worse)

          After a night of intermittent sleep, we arrived in a rainy Lao Cai at 7:30am on March 17th. Before we left Hanoi, Emily bought us matching head to toe rain gear including shoe covers so before exiting the train we got decked out in rain gear. When we went to cargo car, we found that someone had stolen our tarp mud guards that we use to protect our panniers from mud and rain splash up from below. It ended up taking us a little over an hour to make new mud guards, cover our panniers in rain covers, and buy 2 new rain pants after my giant thighs split the first two. By 9 am were on our way up the mountain.

           That first day back on the bikes was absolutely brutal. We planned not to stay over night in the city of Lao Cai and instead biked in the cold rain to the mountain-top town of SaPa. Sapa was a hill-station built by the French in the 1800's to beat the heat of Hanoi. Since the expulsion of the French, however, it has become one of Vietnam's main tourist attractions as a place to go trekking and sightseeing among colorful hill-tribes and terraced rice fields. The distance from Lao Cai to Sapa was only 37km (according to the road signs) or 26km (according to but about 80% of it was a steep uphill climb (avg 7.7% incline apparently). It was too wet to take photos but we couldn't really see much anyway. The ride took us 7 hours and upon arrival in Sapa, we collapsed in our room at Cat Cat hotel while our clothes dried by the in-room fireplace.

            Sapa in the sunlight is much more impressive than in the fog and rain. The morning after our hellish ride up to Sapa was glorious. We rose out of bed, got breakfast, and set out on a little hike to explore the villages and sights of the Sapa countryside. Along the way, we were suckered into buying matching bracelets from Hmong hill-tribe girls aged 18 and 13 who spoke impeccable English and wouldn't let us go til we bought something. In the afternoon, the rain clouds cleared long enough for us to get a glimpse of Fansipan mountain, Vietnam's highest at 3143m elevation. We spent the evening on a double date with a married couple who live in Thailand. Against our best judgement, the date ended with us taking shots of local fermented apple wine.



           Pretending we weren't hungover, we decided to cycle out of Sapa the next day to shrink the 300km gap between us and the Laos border. For the first 15km we granny pedalled our way up the steepest part of the Mountain to insanely beautiful Heaven's Gate Pass - the highest in Vietnam at 2100m elevation. From there we flew down 26km of the scariest road either of us has ever ridden to the base of the valley. With nowhere to sleep we decided to press on. Unfortunately we were met with another 20km uphill climb before we could get to another town with food and lodging. Emily almost gave up, but decided to give one more push just as we crossed over the crest in the mountain and found ourselves zooming down 14km in the dark to a city. The city was brightly lit, but all the buildings were super new and empty. Virtually no one was on the street. We finally found a place to sleep at 8pm.


           It was obvious that T.X. Lai Chau was a very new city. So new, in fact, that according to all the maps, no city existed where we were and Lai Chau was a city 120km to the West. Over the next few days we were to encounter various directions, maps, and road signs all indicating different names for the same places. We were confused to say the least, but eventually we found our way through.

           From Lai Chau, we made our way to Pa Tan and then to Muong Lay. Muong Lay, is actually the new name of a place that used to be called Lai Chau. Muong Lay (or the old Lai Chau) is the Lai Chau referred to on all the maps. And Muong Lay itself is the name of another town 50km further south. As we travelled between these places, we passed through many gorges which were being dammed and it dawned on us that the old towns had been or were being flooded while the new towns of the same names were where the inhabitants of the old towns were moved to. Either way, it was beautiful scenery and a hard workout. Once we moved west of Lai Chau, it got really hot and were having to take breaks quite often. Emily's cough was getting worse and our brakes were almost dead.

            The last straw was when we finally reached Muong Lay and began searching for a hotel. there were signs by the road indicating which way to turn, but with the entire town being built from scratch and full of migrant workers, no one knew where this phantom hotel was. No amount of asking directions or calling the hotel helped. After two hours, we finally found the hotel on the opposite side of the river from the town perched on top of a hill at the end of a muddy steep road. The hotel itself was not even finished being built and but we had to bargain hard for them to reduce their rates. In the end our $10 USD per night room had water leakage, no hot water, a TV with no reception, and bees flying around in the room - not a good place to rest.

           Needing to give Emily some recovery time and a chance to order brakes, we decided to skip the last 100km in the blistering sun and head to the nearest "city" of Dien Bien Phu by bus. Another cheat, but definitely worth it considering the circumstances. Dien Bien Phu is a Vietnamese city 34km from the newest overland border crossing into Laos. It is also the sight of the final battle between the Vietnamese independence forces and the Colonizing French in 1954. The are two hills where battles took place, a few rusty old tanks, and a museum about the 57-day battle. We've pretty much exhausted what we can do to keep ourselves occupied here but have no choice but to wait out the brakes. The roads get even steep and more unpaved in Laos so we're gonna need them.
A1 Hill in Dien Bien Phu,  filled with trenches and bomb craters - courtesy of
            Til next time, take care and be well. Love you all!

Days 31 thru 42 - Hanoi, Nearby mountains, and Halong Bay, Vietnam

Written by Dan

           Dear all, we apologize profusely for the sporadic blog entries. We are still alive but just getting extremely lazy.

           So, to pick up where we left off, our trip down south to Hue and Hoi An with Ariel, Dan's sister was awesome. We had good food, sun, beaches, historical ruins, quaint architecture, adventure, and more.
           For some reason, we decided to head back up north to finish our trip in and around Hanoi as that is from where Ariel would be flying back to the USA.

           Our itinerary for the last 10 days with Ariel was as such:

HANOI: Ethnology Museum, Ho Chi Minh's Mausoleum (revisited), more Eating, Water Puppet Theater, and Partying

tens of puppets being controlled underwater by puppeteers
A traditional common house for one of Vietnam's minority ethnicities
Ho Chi Minh's Mausoleum - where his embalmed body rests for all to see. It is blurry because we had to take it from far away
Tofu noodle soup with fresh greens, fried dough and chilli's soaked in brine and vinegar - about $1.5 USD per bowl
cold noodles and tofu with fresh greens and dipping sauce - about $2.5 USD per tray
Easily the best bowl of noodles ever with rice noodles, beef, fresh bean sprouts, fried onions, peanuts, and a fish sauce broth - about $1.5 USD per bowl
The vietnamese "Doner Kebap" (see the sign) - about $1 USD per sandwich
Emily munching down on some roasted pigeon - about $1.5 USD per bird
Vietnamese Fajitas with bread, veggies, beef, dipping sauce and more - about $10 USD (more than enough for 3 ppl
Ariel getting comfortable in Hanoi's nightlife scene
Dan and Emily building up liquid courage with a bucket full of Vodka and Redbull - about $4 USD but obviously intended for more than 2 ppl
Ariel is attracting admirers of all types
It's not everyday that you see a dog with a pearl necklace stand and greet people at the door
Nick Lachey personally endorses this hair salon in an alley way in Hanoi

COUNTRYSIDE BIKE TOUR: We took a 4-day ride out to see Perfume Pagoda, Hoa Lu ancient citadel, and karst peaks of Tam Coc
Day 32 - Bike route: Hanoi to Perfume Pagoda
Day 34 - Bike route: Perfume Pagoda to Ninh Binh (Hoa Lu and Tam Coc)
The crew on a balcony just outside perfume pagoda - the karst hills are just barely visible in the background

Boats on the river up to perfume pagoda - we never did make it on one of those due to price gouging and Dan yelling at a boat rower

Bro and Sis outside the Hoa Lu ancient citadel - we put this on a mug for our Mom (thanks for the suggestion Emily)

Ariel and Emily navigating some hairy single track between Hoa Lu and Tam Coc

Muddy cons in sepia tones

bicycle chic -  Spring 2011 fashion wear

Dan and Em overlooking the boat ride at Tam Coc

Panorama of Tam Coc karst hills and rice paddies scenic area

A kingfisher on the side of the river in Tam Coc

The inside of a karst hill cave with reflection from the water below

the mouth of a cave

Emily's attempt at capturing the moment in the cave - this why she doesn't get to hold the camera

HALONG BAY: by-pass the typical overnight-on-the-boat cruise tours and spend 3 days on Cat Ba island - a karst-filled island in the center of the karst-filled bay.
There were tons of dead mini-fish like these on the beaches on Cat Ba Island

Ariel and I took a small cruise around the closest bay to see fishing villages and karst hills in the middle of the ocean

This was the way off the "cruise" boat when we visited monkey island - this lady barely made it

Kayaking around the karst hills was all laughs til we found ourselves in midst of big waves and a tough fight to get back to the beach

A view of Monkey Island from the look out

Getting wild in the jungle of Cat Ba's National Park

The entrance to hospital cave -  a fully functioning hospital built into a cave in the middle of one of Cat Ba's karst hills

The cement entrance to the hospital - built in 3 years and used by the Viet Cong to treat the wounded during the war with America

A lone row boat drifting off into the sunset - in Cat Ba's main fishing bay

Our "cruise boat" for the tour around Halong Bay and to Monkey Island
Monkeys on Monkey Island
           All in all it was a great trip and we were sad to see Ariel go.  Her departure is also means that we start the next phase of our journey will be the most grueling but also most unique. 

           With lots of uphills and unpaved roads, we slowly inch our way across the mountains of northern Vietnam and into Laos. Wish us luck!!