Wednesday. No horns. No scooters. Just the quiet rural sounds of fishing villages. In other words fishing with dynamite at 6.30 am. Crocodile dundee would have been proud of them. Luckily we were already up at six to see the sun rise across Halong bay, but it was a little overcast.
Coffee and pastries were on order before Angela and Ruby joined in with the tai chi on the top deck and finally the sun showed itself for some more kodak moments.
Before second breakfast we went for a trip to see some caves (song bat?) but only 100 steps this time, even my poor little legs could get me easily through that. The buddha's finger was a sight to behold.
Back to the boat for a splendid breakfast as we cruised slowly back to shore.
We've got another bum numbing bus ride back to Hanoi where we're going to do the markets before an overnight train ride to Sapa (first class of course). I love the irony that communist countries are the last ones left that still do first class travel.
Stopping off at hotel paradise 1 for a freshen up before heading out to the train by taxi.
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