boots, pack, zimmer...
Here we go
This being more or less a diary of our wanderings, working back from most recent to most distant. Hence, below, the finale to our recent travels in Sri Lanka.
For owt else, try AWAY, above. As in up up and.
Day four dawned much better than day three. No mortar attack. Instead, a nice breakfast of fried egg and pancakes with banana and honey, then back on the road for the return to Ha Giang...
THUD!
Unh?
THUD!
Virle: What the goodness gracious was that? (I paraphrase.)
THUD!
RATATATATATAT!
THUD!
I grope for my phone. It’s 7am and we appear to have come under mortar...
The bikes, dood, the bikes! YeGods! We knew we weren’t the only ones who thought doing the Ha Giang loop would be a great way to spend a few days, but we never imagined…
They...
Well, we can’t say we weren’t warned. Everyone said the cops lie in wait, pull you over, demand your International Driving Licence, then hit you with a million dong fine...
One little bonus yesterday, when we got upgraded from a sleeper seat, which we were not looking forward to, but it was cheap, to the front row of a VIP limousine, aka Ford Transit with...
It’s hot, it’s humid, it’s Hanoi. And it’s like we’ve never been away. The only thing we’d forgotten is the complete absence of tuk tuks. We never...