Sa Pa is a small town in the mountainous northern regions of
Vietnam near the border with China. Capital of the Lao Cai province, it has for
a long time been a market town and administrative centre.
Now the town survives on the tourists that flood in from Ha
Noi to experience the mountains for a few nights before heading out to Ha Long
Bay. To get to Sa Pa, one catches on overnight train to Lao Cai, waits for a
seemingly interminable time for your hostel bus to find you and then it’s a 45
minute drive up through the mountains.
I got pretty excited on the bus ride up. Looking out of the
rain-splattered window, the view slowly changed from concrete and grime to red
clay, rice terraces and water buffalo. Farmers shacks and yellow painted schools lined
the road.
Sa Pa looked same-same-but-different to every other town but
we were in for a rude shock. As we stopped at the first hotel drop off, the bus
was mobbed by a score of traditionally dressed women waiting to pounce on the
new arrivals. The bus literally rocked from the force as they hit the
side. The look of panic in the eyes of the couple who got off was genuine fear
at what they’d got themselves in to. The performance was repeated at every
hotel until we finally disembarked and shoved our way through the waiting crowd.
We were in Sa Pa for only one night, arriving 9am one day, leaving 6pm the next day. Considering this, I had taken an executive decision to splash out the extra $2 a night each on a room at the top of our hostel, which promised magnificent views. It did not disappoint.
We were in Sa Pa for only one night, arriving 9am one day, leaving 6pm the next day. Considering this, I had taken an executive decision to splash out the extra $2 a night each on a room at the top of our hostel, which promised magnificent views. It did not disappoint.
We were told that ours was the ‘honeymoon suite’, even
though it had
2 single beds and questionable linen.
Taking the advice of a couple we’d met in Hue, we had hired a guide for the duration of our visit. Danny appeared shortly after we’d checked in, wearing a bright orange t-shirt, safari helmet and a huge grin. He looked like a lanky Vietnamese bear. Today he would be taking us down to Cat Cat Falls and tomorrow we would go on a walk down into Sa Pa valley and through the fields.
On the path to Cat Cat.
Locally woven and dyed linens.
The walk to Cat Cat falls was the easy must-do in Sa Pa. The trail was properly marked out and spotted with stalls selling distinctive Sa Pa linens and carvings. Easy to do without a guide but Danny was entertaining and informative, taking us into huts and telling us about traditional farming methods, life in Sa Pa and the Vietnamese tourist trade.
Drying corn harvest.
Local black pigs.
Cat Cat Falls when we got there was delightful, though not as delightful as our two new friends who were interested in our roasted sweet potatoes.
Heading back up the mountain, we were given a choice; walk,
or pay 30,000VND each ($1.50) to be taken by bike. The ride up that twisty,
pot-holed mountain road was a highlight of the whole trip.
Me and our guide, Danny.
Sa Pa is famous among tourists not for the magnificent views
but for the commercial persistence of the local woman. As soon as you arrive in
town or step out onto the street you are
mobbed by women in traditional garb selling you rugs, cloth, earrings, hats,
carvings and of course, bracelets. Sure enough when we stepped out of the hostel
for our one afternoon of shopping we were surrounded by eight chatty, pushy women.
We were told very firmly by Danny and the hostel; do not talk to them. To talk is to encourage. I had no problem with this. Having had similar experiences in other countries, I have no problem being ‘mean’ and ignoring commercial pests completely. As far as I am concerned, this sort of bullying persistence should never be encouraged.
We were told very firmly by Danny and the hostel; do not talk to them. To talk is to encourage. I had no problem with this. Having had similar experiences in other countries, I have no problem being ‘mean’ and ignoring commercial pests completely. As far as I am concerned, this sort of bullying persistence should never be encouraged.
A typical main street mob.
Jane, on the other hand, was made of … nicer stuff. The resolve to not speak lasted some 3 minutes and that was it. We walked around town for 2 hours, visited every store, every street and not for one moment did these women let off. After a while they gave me up as a lost cause. Jane, however, was surrounded non-stop. This left me free to hang back and take photos.
To her credit, Jane bought nothing. Almost nothing. At the
end of the trip, at our door, after 2 hours of holding out, she bought …
bracelets. We were branded forever with the mark of Sa Pa.
That night, the benefits of having a guide paid off and we met up with Danny and taken to the best pub in town. A cart selling 20,000VND ($1) jugs of Bia Hoi on a corner of a street looking down over the town and out along the valley.
That night, the benefits of having a guide paid off and we met up with Danny and taken to the best pub in town. A cart selling 20,000VND ($1) jugs of Bia Hoi on a corner of a street looking down over the town and out along the valley.
Jane, Danny and the Bia Hoi.
Our second day in Sa Pa was one of my favourite days in the
whole holiday. Danny collected us and fellow traveller Pietr (Swedish guy we’d
met the night before. For the full story invite us out for a drink.) from our
hotel nice and early and we headed off for a day trek through Sa Pa valley.
We spent the day walking through rice fields and down dirt
roads, talking about life and travel and the state of Vietnam. We were
accompanied by four young girls who caught us at the edge of town and stayed
with us until a communal shopping stop for local women that we reached many hours
later. Unlike our rent-a-crowd
yesterday, these girls barely spoke to us. It was as if they were in training
for the big gig of high-street nagging.
Local H'Mong women.
We had lunch in a community eating joint in the middle of the fields. Though we had been in sight of no other people since leaving Sa Pa, here guided groups of three and four tourists congregated with their guides and the local dog population for a delicious meal.
We left Sa Pa that night for Ha Noi. I had loved our brief
time in the mountains and I’d love to stay longer next time. Unfortunately the
only problem was the locals. This would be the one and only time I would
complain about the locals for our entire visit to Vietnam. Being mobbed by
people who will not leave you alone is not fun. It makes you turn indoors and
seek out your hotel room just for some shelter and peace and quiet. In a place
where you want to be enjoying the big outdoors it’s a real issue. But as Sa Pa attracts
increasing tourist numbers, the problem is only going to get worse as the
number of gullible purses increases.
A local woman weaving in Sa Pa town. Traditional wedding dress for sale at a road side shop.
In the Sa Pa markets.
Next stop: Ha Long Bay
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