We took a break near this river bed after a couple hours of riding, mostly downhill.
This tree was the only green thing nearby. We eventually tried to walk on the rickety bridge at the insistence of our guide.
The ride out of Sapa started with a giant climb up a road in our support van. This road just happened to be being built as we drove up it. 
A bulldozer taking a break.
We ended up taking the left road.
The road we took up.
I'm still getting used to taking pictures of people without feeling like I'm being creepy.
Saw this when walking up the stairs.
Street thugs loitering on the corner.
Baby, with our support van in the background. That's how we transported our bikes in the night and through certain sections of the trip.
If I wasn't lazy, I would have photoshopped the power line out. I like how the architecture of this area is terraced just as the fields of rice patties are below.
I have no idea what these things are for.
Kick the bucket?
Some school girls in the town square.
There Harry, I updated it! :) Still in Asia, yes I know...
It strikes me now in retrospect how quaint and culturally interesting the street vendors were in Sapa, and how the very same thing in America ends up feeling tired and wasteful. 
Selling handmade goods.
Vendors take to the stairs.
Chose an unpopular spot.
I have found free time! Wee!!!
Here's some long overdue Sapa pics. 
Fried rice balls. Very good. Very fresh.
This guy was in the corner surrounded by a cloud of smoke. He's holding a tobacco pipe. Or as they like to call it: "A large piece of bamboo"
Wandering the market
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