Friday. Our $100 tour proved to be fascinating. The guide used to live in one of the villages and we were accompanied by her mother in law all the way around (and she was a real nag all the way around like any good mother in law). Kyra (who's feeling far better today) was mugged for goodies and Ruby was giving stickers out to all the cute kids.
I now have about 200 photos of paddy fields.
There are three standard questions asked by the tribes:
1. Where do you come from
2. What it's your name
3. Are these your children
Most of the time these were answered honestly, but there's one confused old lady who believes there's a robocop from latvia who has a 42 year old daughter called anne.
Got back to Sapa and after much umming and ahing, went back to Gerberas for another excellent lunch.
After lunch we trawled through the markets for cheap tee shirts. We encountered a ravenous hoard of tribes women in the town square, feasting from the body of a hapless tourist. All that was left of him was a small pile of embroidered nick nacks.
Had a decent coffee at Baguette and Chocolat having fought off several more tribes women and only succumbing to one scarf.
Got to kill a couple of hours before getting the bus back to Lao Cai and another night of first class sleep deprivation on the train back to Hanoi.
Looking forward to a romantic wedding anniversary tomorrow, starting on the train and finishing at the hospital. Not.
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