Meo Vac was the farthest point from Ha Giang town on our itinerary, and it was time to begin our return to the starting point by taking the same roads. This meant traversing the Ma Li Peng again, and it was simply spectacular, even a third time. At the start of the trip we had been hoping for clear skies, but by this point it had become clear that the ever-shifting clouds and water vapor actually made for better visuals. The views changed every minute, and at times it looked the world simply ended in a white haze at the tops of the surrounding mountains.
With our bags in our room the bikes were much lighter, and we carved through the 22 km road leading up to Lung Cu. Unsurprisingly the views were stunning, with clouds wrapped around mountain faces and jagged ridgelines stretching into the distance.
We parked and went into the office where they sold entrance tickets for the flagpole, where we experienced the type of unexpected freedom you sometimes run into here: the ticket man asked for our travel permit for Ha Giang. "Oh, we left it at our hotel in Dong Van."
"What is the name of your hotel?"
"Umm...we have no idea."
"Do you have your passports?"
"Ah...well go ahead anyway."
For some reason we decided to walk up the steps to the top, and it started pouring as soon as we began. At the summit it was cold and the rain was coming down in sheets. We assumed anything north of us was China, though again there was no distinct border. Lines on the map are really just lines on the map. I imagine the farmers that live in this area probably cross between the two countries every day.
|I am a serious baby.|