Trekking in Sapa Vietnam

Tripping and lumbering down the dirt path, several clumsy slips on the tiny muddy roads, I had an arduous time keeping up with the native guides. A young native treaded ahead of me with ease, these children grew up in the village, knowing every single rock, stream and path in their way.

The short stay in Sapa felt like a temporal disconnection from the grid. Sloping rice terraces and buffalos plodding in the paddy fields scattered across the misty landscape, offering a small patch of lush paradise sitting at an altitude of approximately 1600m above the hustle and bustle. The crops grown only for domestic consumption are the staple food for the ethnic groups.

Crossing this bridge can be a nerve wrecking experience for some.

Any takers for a quiet homestay or recluse in the mountains?Β  πŸ™‚