I arrived in Hanoi after a 50 minute plane ride
and with two new friends: Sydney and Justin. We shared a hotel. The next morning I woke up and tried to organize my last two and a half weeks here . I'm trying really hard to figure out what I want to do in Northern Vietnam but it just seems like I do not have enough time do any half of anything that I want.
I decided to head to Cat a island, the main inhabited island in Ha Long Bay. So I shared my idea with Justin and Sydney and they thought it'd be a nice change from the face pace and overwhelmingly loud hustle and bustle of Hanoi--I kinda liked it though. So we set off at 1:15pm and arrived after another long series of bus, bus, boat, bus to Cat Ba Town just as the fucia sun was about to drop behind one of the karst islands.
After we settled in at another hotel I was finally introduced to Erik and Onslo, with who I have been in recent contact with concerning their climbing trips and adventure opportunities in and around Cat Ba Island. They were East Coasters and was great to meet some excited and super extroverted climbers. We reserved a climbing tour the next day at 8 with two other travelers from Holland: Yaris and Minogne--both exceptionally friendly and were perfect additions to our lonely 3.
So the climbs were great. The views were excellent.
The bay is inspiring. It reminds me of Thailand's islands but if even they were all collected and pushed together their number, size and beauty would be shadowed by the islands surrounding Cat Ba. I climber three routes: two really really easy ones, and one rather difficult one (climbing it twice, once to learn the sequences and the second time to patch it all together in one shot without falling). It was a huge accompishment for me and I have been on cloud nine since I touched the anchors--I can't wait to climb part-to-full-time when I get home! I also led my first lead climb! STOKEDAfter watching a colorful sunset...
(again, one can't really explain what happnes during these moments) we headed back to the Cai Bae harbor, passing through a sleepy fishing village. These villages float on the water, their boats (almost 5 times the size of their precariously floating huts) docked on their porch. We traveled through a colorless hanging of cloud, dusk, twilight, and mystery. Each light lingered in the mist as we hit land and went for dinner and this internet session with these massive MASSIVE blog updates.
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