Killing time in Sapa

 Monday November 6

I had a 1:30pm bus ride back to Hanoi arranged and it was a must, because the next day was a 8:30am pick-up for the cruise. I could not miss the bus. And of course that was the day that my body decided to rebel against everything I had eaten for the previous month. Gingerly I went to breakfast and then back to the room, and then felt pretty good and thought that maybe a facial would be nice.

Every block there must be more massage parlors than there are restaurants, and there are a lot of restaurants. Leg massage. Foot massage. Back massage. Probably ear massage. Facial, not a one. About the same time I ran out of possibility’s was time that my tummy said it was time to head back to the room. Oh, dear lord how am I ever going to last 7 hours plus on a public bus and I forgot my Astronaut Diapers back in the states.

The god’s must have smiled on me, because life wasn’t 100 percent, but it was without incident. My berth on the bus was an upper one. I was jealous of not having one on the way to Sapa, I should haven’t been. After I climbed and struggled to get up there, I decided I was not getting down again until we got back to Hanoi.

I stepped off the bus after being chastised by the driver if it was my stop of not. (It wasn’t) and reaped the whirlwind. A storm had come into Hanoi and the wind was blowing so hard I was afraid I was going to end up on Oz.

Back at the hotel I was greeted like a long lost sister. Given a very nice room and had dinner.

The day could have been worse.