After my seemingly never ending hours aboard buses from Vietnam I finally arrived in Muang Kuah, with no idea what was going on. I was all but thrown off the bus onto a dirt road, in the rain, with nothing but a simple “Goodbye” from my friendly driver. My admirer from the bus was supposed to be departing here as well but he must have made a break for it because he was nowhere in sight. I sought cover under a nearby overhang which also housed three men playing cards, I was somewhat surprised as they paid little to no attention to me, except for a brief “Hello”. I dug out my umbrella from my travel pack and started on my way, destination: guesthouse. Originally I was planning to ‘shop around’ but considered the rain and my zombie state settled for the first one I inquired at. The owners were a lovely old couple and the price of 60,000 ($7.50) didn’t seem too bad.
After my day of trekking through the rice terraces in Sapa, and being bled dry of all my money, I decided it was time for me to leave Vietnam. I almost considered staying for one more night/day but bit the bullet, bought my ticket and hoped on an overnight bus from Sapa to Dien Bien Phu. I knew the next few days would not be particularly easy ones, but I was more than ready to get out of ‘Nam’ and into Laos. Looking at a map my journey looked like it should be easy; thankfully I did a little research and few a few blogs (here and here) that told me it would be otherwise.
Often overlooked on the backpacker trail, this is a destination to not be missed. Without the influence of 7/11, Mc Donalds or Starbucks this is a country that offers a raw, rich experience.