Neither here nor there
14.12.2010 - 05.01.2011 12 °C
All I know is that I am half way to where I want to be. It’s cold. I believe I’m in Hai Phong. I’m wondering whether a tour may have been a better option after all. This brave travel-there-alone thing is likely the type of thing recommended to groups or couples even, but I’m somewhat skeptical about lone female travellers carrying a stupid amount of Dong and Dollars, a lap top, a cell phone and a camera.
So the bus conductor and the lady who believes I’m going to her school in Hanoi for their Christmas shindig told me to go with “the boy”- he will get me to Cat Ba. I’m ever so curious as to why the Lonely Planet suggested a “simple” bus-boat-bus trip in the first place. I’d correct this: bus-meet stranger-drop off in the middle of nowhere-street café- wait an hour- go back to dodgy ticket office-bus- then boat then bus- then Cat Ba. At the moment I’m still at the street café, hoping that my last drink isn’t an old Pepsi in a glass last washed with mud.
I wonder if I even got on the right bus. The driver indicated to the other one.
At this point I question whether to trust a series of strangers and a potentially broken understanding of what I want or whether I try call a local hotel and get them to direct me.
It’s freezing. The only thing I’m remotely reassured about is the fact that I found some tights this morning to wear under my pants. I hadn’t quite expected an arctic storm from the north combined with packing informed by a stubborn desire for a summer holiday. I hope this is still a holiday and not my initiation into slavery.
Terrified would be the wrong word to describe how I am feeling. Sunday angst is the closest comparison.
Damn, he’s coming over here again. Scared. A simple word that. Sraightforward also.