It’s damp and rainy outside, Kevin and Andreas are watching Game of Thrones on my laptop while I write in my journal. We’ve moved hotels now after we broke the bed on our first night in Ha Giang. I’m wearing ripped gray boxers that I refuse to throw away. […]
It was 5 A.M. when we got in and I could smell the desert air as I walked off the plane. It’s always interesting how you can sense the different air. It smelt like sand. Deplaning complete. Getting across the border was a joke. We got our shit off the […]
I just showered and borrowed a ‘Big Blue Diving’ pen from David to complete this entry. The other night we got quite drunk with the police force of this town, but I woke up feeling alright and ready to make the 115 kilometer journey from Coc Pai to Ha Giang. […]
June 17th, 2015 I’m sitting here in seat 37E on this 767 from Heathrow to Tel Aviv. The time is 22:10 GMT. I started my journey at 13.00 GMT -8, so 21.00 GMT on 06/16. Almost 23 hours of travel now. I have met up with my group of about […]
“There’s a rock in my hand!” I yell to my friends. I’m staring up at the sky as my whole body starts to hurt… We leave Bac La in the morning enroute to Coc Pai. I’m neck and neck racing with David. The road curves up and around like a […]