Train back from SaPa and back in Hanoi

I've corrected all the predictive errors from yesterday. It does some peculiar ones.

When the sun did shine.

Anyway the excitement continues. As I said the Vietnamese go wild to see snow. Half of Hanoi decided to come to SaPa in the morning, followed in the afternoon by the other half.

We booked a transfer for 4pm back down to Lo Cai, which should take 60 minutes. It took us an hour and a half to get to the edge of town.   Rod was starting to fret a little at this point. I would add that there is only one road into and out of the town, with one lane in each direction.

It then took another one and a half hour later down hill to Lo Cai.  Rod by this time was having kittens. I had my eyes closed for most of this time, as our driver thought he was Schumacher, I have never been around so many blind mountain bends on the other side of the road, as he tried to overtake five or six cars. This is in addition to three or four scooters trying to overtake on the inside and a few pedestrian on the road.  Bugger Alton Towers, just come here!

Over three hours later we arrived at the station, me trying to be calm, and poor Rod stressed out completely, but we got there, picked up our tickets for the same cabin and got onboard.

We had a sandwich and then went to bed exhausted, and  surprisingly slept quite well, until they banged on the door at four fifteen as we were coming into Hanoi.  By five we were tucked up in our bed at the Glance Hotel.

And when the snow came.