1 Comment Three days sick in Ha Giang, deckchairs trapped me, Craig battled a geyser tap, and the IDP denied our loop dreams. Comedy, mountains, despair.
Monthly archives: May 2026
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1 Comment Craig yakking, driver high, me sliding round a sleeper cabin like a frantic seal — that was our Sapa to Ha Giang journey. Hairpins, banana‑tree safety barriers, squat loos, and eight hours of scenic terror. We arrived sweaty, shaken, and absurdly grateful for clean sheets.
Sapa to Ha Giang Sleeper Bus: Hairpin Bends, Mountain Roads ...
We left Sapa with flu, optimism, and a motorbike flinging mud at anything within a five‑metre radius. Craig was yakking like he’d been hired as the official spokesperson for mucus, and I was hanging on like an underpaid stunt double. The roads twisted, the views exploded, and the whole thing felt like a low‑budget action film starring two wheezy tourists who should probably be in bed.