Worst. Sleep. Ever.

Thursday. Having jibed at the communist  regime for still having first class, it's quite evident that it's a plot to punish decadent westerners.  I could fart more cold air than the air conditioning and I don't believe the train has suspension.

It's like travelling in a small wobbly prison cell. Worryingly Callum slept like a baby.
To cap it all, the toilets are foul and Kyra's either suffering from some bad smurf spunk or it was the salad she had for dinner (yes she was warned). 

So we're waiting for the train to find the station at Lao Cai so we can get a couple of hours sleep, breakfast and a shower before bussing into sapa for some exploration.
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Ended up skipping the sleep part - this hotel is very noisy. Managed to have a shower but couldn't turn off the water. Had to get house keeping involved.  Whilst looking like a normal screw tap, these were actually of the lever type with a screw tap head on them.  You have to know the exact angle to turn the tap to shut it off. That's for all those travelling tap officionados out there.

Going down for breakfast soon. Hopefully they can't screw that up either. (boom tish. Did you see what I did there?). Then we're off to Sapo.

The girls have let themselves get pestered into a bus by a bus pimp seconds after exiting the train station. $25 each way. Probably getting ripped off big time but I'm really too tired to care right now.

Thankfully we're not sleeping here tonight.