CHIANG RAI, THAILAND

Chiang Rai is about three and a half (or so) hours away from Chiang Mai by car. My roommate happens to have Agoda down to a science, so when she finds amazing deals, we jump on 'em. A new resort opened this past year in Chiang Rai, overlooking mountains yet not so far away from the farang-less bustle of the little city. We stayed at A-Star Phulare Valley Resort during this long weekend, thankful for the chillest few days known to man.

Though the road was long and we couldn't wait to get to the hotel and crash for a second, we stopped by one of the main attractions near Chiang Rai, Wat Rong Khun. Also known as the White Temple, it is a contemporary take on buddhist art in the form of a temple. In the recent earthquake it was damaged quite a bit, thus the scaffolding. The darkness and hopelessness that surrounded this place was unreal. If you get closer in person you can see that the etchings in certain places resemble arms reaching out of a river to grasp for anything that might bring them satisfaction. The effort taken to build this temple is incredible, the meaning disputed for the entire time it's been around. Travelers come from all around the world to see it, most just in awe of the beauty of the temple's exterior.

To wrap up the night spent driving we plopped our bags down at the resort and headed out to the main road to grab what might be the best noodle soup I've ever tasted in Thailand. I'd drive back to Chiang Rai just for that. The beautiful infinity pool was our final stop for the evening.

In the morning we took full advantage of all that A-Star had to offer. Mainly, we gawked at the beautiful scenery, fed some (rather dirty) sheep, etc. Katie had the pool to herself all morning because Asians don't like getting lots of sun, and I lounged around so sabaai in our villa suite. We left the resort in the afternoon for some fresh air, and to visit a café recommended by some Chiang Mai friends, Chivit Thamma Da. The restaurant/coffee shop has recently added a spa, and we were lucky enough to find a cute Thai hostess to show us around. This place took the cake for our favorite thing in Chiang Rai, the noodle soup from the first night forgotten.

After visiting and falling in love with this place, we went to the Saturday Night Walking Street, which was much cooler (in the spread of activities) than our own weekly walking street. Think group dancing (as close to contra as I'll get in Thailand) and performers, BMX parks and a food court that could be it's own walking street. No good photos from that part of the trip, but I did get out of the market with some cheap playdough that smelled like blue raspberry.

It's true that I am a complete loser, seeing as I forgot my DSLR for practically every cool part of this weekend. However, the likelihood I head back to this place with friends before the end is promising. Chiang Rai is a winner, for sure.

SAPA, VIETNAM

Close to the northwest border of Vietnam is Sapa, a small mountain market town surrounded by villages and endless tiers of rice fields. Katie and I had heard and seen pictures of this perfect place and were excited to experience it together. I will warn you, these pictures are nothing compared to the actual experience. I can't capture all that green with a camera. This place was incredible.

We took an overnight train via Livitrans. I highly recommend the highest class available, our second class tickets were less than semi-comfortable. Think waking up in a moving train from a fitful sleep in the heat.. like, at least 85 degrees. Oh, at five in the morning.

So we arrived at the station and met our tour guide, Tae. He told us a little about growing up in Sapa, and explained to us the growing tourist attraction that it was, this being his fifth year as a tour guide. The drive into the town was breathtaking, clouds surrounded us as our van climbed higher and higher. Tae explained a little history of Sapa, and pointed out that from the highest point, which is also the highest point in the country, you can see into China.

Our van stopped outside the garden entrance to the Panorama Hotel, where we were greeted by a group of hill-tribe women. These girls come to Sapa every day to meet and greet tourists. Their English is some of the clearest English I had heard since arriving in Vietnam, considering how much they were able to practice. We headed up to the hotel, showered and enjoyed a relaxing breakfast overlooking the town, then it was trek time. Before leaving the town, we wandered around a bit, the hill-tribe girls followed us everywhere. Essentially, they were a part of the tour. They follow you around and are, truly, as sweet as can be, but in the end, they're hoping you'll buy some of their handicrafts, beautiful and bright scarves, bracelets and bags. "I follow you, you buy from me."

Tae led us through the rice fields and a few villages. Several of these villages have become so used to tourists that all you see are the villagers who cater to those passing through. The scenery and the people were beautiful. We passed others on a larger tour, got to peak into a couple schools nestled among the mountains, and stared gaping at the majesty of creation. Definitely something I'll never forget.

After our trek we were able to freshen up again, grab a vietnamese coffee at Le Gecko, a little cafe next to the hotel. After dinner at our same spot overlooking the town, we boarded another overnight train to Hanoi to begin our flights back to Thailand.

While in Sapa we met several tourists who were dedicating much more time to Vietnam than we were, and hearing about the places they'd been just solidified our interest in coming back to Vietnam one day. Halong Bay, Ninh Binh, and more time in the cities. Our entire trip was a little stressful and exhausting but I'm looking forward to (possibly) going back. Trying to backpack an entire country in five days is definitely not long enough.

HANOI, VIETNAM

One of the first thoughts I had coming into Hanoi was that it reminded me a lot of Charleston. The bridge coming from the airport made me think of the Cooper River Bridge, and the old Europe-gone-awry feel brought me back to walks down little alleys around Cannon Street.

We'd gotten in pretty late the night before to our hotel, The Artisan, so we high-tailed it to sleep before an early morning to take in as much of the city as possible. We ate breakfast at a cafe next door to our room while overlooking the street, loosely planning our day. You just try to look through these photos and not see all the French-i-ness here. What a beautiful city.

We were fortunate to be within a short distance of Hoàn Kiếm Lake, where our morning began. An extremely helpful Vietnamese man helped us find good places to visit, beginning with City View Cafe, where we were able to see the whole lake as well as take in the business from above. On the seemingly endless coffee tour we found ourselves on, we had some iced espresso, something I've always looked for since Café Strudel in South Carolina. Vietnam is definitely a winner in the coffee category, and we're not even done, here.

Over a bridge into the lake sits the Temple of the Jade Mountain. I'll let the pictures speak for themselves, but this little island was full of color and Chinese culture as found in the city. 

Enter phase three of "we shouldn't have paid that much for that." We took cyclo tours around the old quarter, and our first impression was the most sensory experience in the whole of our time in the country. Talk about color, smell, sounds. Talk about a huge dose of local life. Our drivers were nice enough to let us off to walk around and shop if we wanted, but from the road we were even able to get some insight into what life in Hanoi is all about for the locals.

One thing Vietnam is known for in regards to food is Banh Mi. This is a type of baguette sandwich with pretty much whatever you want in it. Normally you order it at a food stand on the side of the road, but when we stopped at La Café for lunch we tacked it on to our order of crêpes and caramel creme.

After lunch we scurried over to Thang Long Water Puppet Theater to see a (completely in Vietnamese) water puppet show. There were sparks, there was smoke, and it was truly something I'd never seen before or could have even thought of on my own. Imagine marionettes tied with synchronized swimming. 

Of the two souvenirs I took home, coffee made the list. "Weasel Coffee" is a big deal in Vietnam, and you can read more about how that works here. We googled and searched for the best place to buy these beans and were pleasantly surprised by a shop where two cute Vietnamese girls let us try the different roasts before buying: with excessive amounts of sweetened condensed milk, of course.

Before heading around the lake to catch a taxi to the train station, we stopped for dinner at Green Tangerine, a delightful and delicious French restaurant with an Asian flair. We ordered things like vegetable ravioli and green tea cakes with salmon and cheese. Bougie if I've ever seen it. 

With one last pass around the lake to kill time, we booked it over to Fanny Ice Cream per the recommendation of friends who had been to Hanoi before. The cinnamon flavored ice cream was to die for, just like they said, since apparently Hanoi is known for it's great cinnamon. Our last stroll around the lake was breathtaking. Definitely looking forward to more time in this capital city.