Way back when I initially approached my old manager to request a 12 month career break to take this trip (Hi Craig!), I said we’d be going to Vietnam. His eyes lit up and said ‘make sure you visit Halong Bay’, and I’m so glad he told me about this place.
When planning our trip, we came across numerous blogs and reviews of the trip from Luang Prabang to Hanoi, labelling the transport as ‘The Nightmare Bus’. So we thought, why not have a crack at it!
As you can see from our previous post, we successfully made it into Laos. What Cati didn’t talk about was the journey that took us from Chiang Mai to Luang Prabang; 20 hours of public transport. Shudder.
When in Bangkok, it would be rude to not go for a massage right? Don’t get me wrong, we were not going for a ‘happy ending’ situation here, but the idea of a bit of a rub down after being awake for nearly 40 hours traveling and lugging around our rucksacks was appealing to say the last.
To be honest, this was the part of the journey I was dreading. A long haul flight. The only flights I had really taken were quick jaunts to Europe as a child. Even then I remember thinking that there wasn’t much room for my legs! Now, as a 6″ 4′ adult (read as giant man baby) I was expecting the worst. I was prepared to be sat down for about 11 hours in a small cramped seat where even flight socks wouldn’t put off the inevitable deep vein thrombosis.
So finally, the day came round where Cati and I set off for our grand adventure!
So the time has come. The worst part of any holiday or getaway. Packing. Ugh.
So today I left the glamorous call centre life behind. And it was a lot harder that I anticipated.
So here it is, the inevitable first post on a soon-to-be travellers blog. And I should probably talk a little about what we’re doing, where we’re going and why we’re going in the first place!