Monday, 24 January 2011

8 July 2001

Up at 3.30, taxi at 4 to Frontier House to load up an old bus with plastic seats with kit trunks, food sacks and finally our bags. Once on board I feel asleep again and woke up going through the countryside of water buffaloes and rice. The road got roughere when we reached the mountains but the views were fantastic.

Got into Bac Can provincial town inthe pouring rain. It was a long street of tin shacks with signs inVietnamese. On arrival we were told the road was impassable and taken to lunch nearby. There seemed to be something strange on the meat so I filled up on rice and chips (yes chips even here). The meal finished with green tea then we went to a local hotel and unloaded the bus before going upstairs. I was shocked again to find aircondition en-suite rooms with TV and elctric lights that were more reliable than Hanoi.

Dinner was at the same place as lunch and we sat out on a balcony before someone came out and talked urgently to one of the Vietnamese staff. He translated "we have to move the balcony is unsafe". As well as the usual selection there was a new dish, fried chios of something white with black bits.

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