Pole position

Last morning of the trek we brekkied with the fam, including the dad who had been staying overnight on their farm, and one of the grandkids who introduced us to a new style of Vietnamese pole dancing.





The walk back to the road, directly uphill for hours in the ridiculous heat, was a little trying. What with Sarah attempting to disembowel me... But we made it back to Sapa in good shape and even managed to reunite with our favourite pig-dog, this time dining on a bloodied maxi-pad. There were some room issues back in Sapa, but damn - no time to talk about them now. Maybe next time.