Sapa - Part 3

We left Ta Van village in two groups - one for the buff people to trek the hard, but more beautiful route, and one for the tired and weak! I would normally have put myself in the second category, but always up for a challenge, I tried to pretend I was buff and went with the former. But I was so glad I did - we passed a spectacular waterfall and sat at the top for a while. And we walked right beside the rice terraces, seein people in the early mornin, going about their daily lives.
The buff people set a buff pace - so by the end I was sweating like a pig and huffing and puffing like the wolf who tried to get him and his two friends.
My condition wasn't helped particularly by the guide who joined us for the trek, who thought it would be amusing to vigourously rock the Indiana Jones, dodgy, thrown-together, style bridge which crossed very high over a river.
In the afternoon, we did absolutely nothing, except stare and watch a crap American film - but I was so knackered I couldn't do anything else.
Later that day we (that's Briony and I) witnessed our first, and hopefully last, motorbike accident. It wasn't too bad - the only victim was a goat. I think one motorbike collided with a stationary one and the goat fell off but he was still tied to the bike so it fell with him. He didn't look mightily comfortable anyway as his neck was unnaturally tied down sideways to the rest of his body. Probably off to be slaughtered and he was bleeting so painfully.