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We got up at seven-thirty, got dressed and went downstairs for a hot coffee and bread with butter at the lobby.I looked at the town, that on daytime seemed different – a main road, a square, small houses. Next to us sat the blonde who traveled alone and had coffee with her guide, and I … More Down, Down, Down

Mountains & Markets

After two days, we began to feel strange at Sapa. I downloaded Trip Advisor and read some reviews about the hotel we stayed at, with creepy stories about the tall man with the yellow teeth in the reception. Additionally, we shared a porch with the neighboring room, where some noisy locals stayed and got drunk … More Mountains & Markets