Sapa: The Tonkinese Alps
By Dang Trung

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tourism rapidly expands in Vietnam's more familiar cities along the coast, many
traveler's are venturing to more remote areas with a fresher atmosphere. One
destination growing in popularity, and soon to be overwhelmed by backpackers,
is Sapa. Sapa is a small, tranquil town that lies a mile high on the Hoang Lien
Son mountain range along the Chinese border in northwest Vietnam. Nicknamed
"the Tonkinese Alps" the area features vaulting rice terraces, lush vegetation
and the highest peak in Vietnam, Fansipan, which towers over the village, swirled
in fog from across a deep valley. A look off towards China provides breathtaking
views of no less than seven mountain ranges. The town was located by Jesuit
missionaries in 1918, and, attracted by the cool and temperate climate, western
arrivals soon transformed Sapa into a pleasant hill station. Along with a church,
they constructed hotels, tennis courts, an airport, hydro-electric station and
summer villas. Most were abandoned or destroyed during the subsequent war for
independence with the French and a border skirmish with the Chinese, but some
of the colonial influence remains.
Although the name Sapa means "sand village" in Chinese and the town is located
within Vietnam, it is home to a wealth of colorful, diverse hilltribes who have
steadfastly resisted integration into Vietnamese society and modern life. In
fact, the hill tribes, including the Hmong, the Dao, and the Dai, comprise the
majority of inhabitants in the area, outnumbering the Vietnamese who have traditionally
preferred the warmer climate of the low lands. Indeed, Sapa has been known to
get a light sprinkling of snow in the winter.

Dang Trung |
The hill tribes are the real attraction
of the area - wearing traditional dress of hand woven and dyed clothes and silver
jewelry that make the Vietnamese seem like westerners. They are shy and are
wary of foreigners. Usually, only the Hmongs will socialize or let you take
a picture. Sapa's most notable site is its central market - a main gathering
place for hilltribes from the surrounding villages. Hill tribes congregate there
not only to sell handicrafts, jewelry, orchids, mushrooms, and honey, but to
also cultivate relations with other groups, play games, and perhaps find a sweetheart.
On some weekend evenings, singing courtships and marriages take place.
Diversions
include hiking to nearby villages where it is possible to stay overnight, Silver
Falls several kilometers north and a difficult, three-day scaling of Fansipan
itself.
A scenic train ride along the Red River takes all day to reach Lao Cai on the
Chinese border. From there it is a short taxi ride straight up a dramatic road
to Sapa, eighteen miles away. Sapa is a comfortable base for exploring the area.
Highlights include Vietnam's highest paved pass, local hilltribe villages, and
exploration of Sapa's natural wonders and peaceful surroundings. Very cool weather
and early morning fog blowing off Qui Ho Lake high above Sapa can be expected
between December and February. Preferable weather is in March and April when
the coastal areas are sweltering. Accommodations are at a charming colonial
style hotel overlooking the breadth of Sapa's mountain range, terraced rice
fields, and deep valley. Tourism has yet to hit Sapa, but during a visit last
July the road from Lao Cai was being properly paved, and a small but steady
stream of backpackers were beginning to roll in.
Dang Trung is the proprietor of the popular Auberge of his name in Sapa. Arriving exhausted on a cold, wet night during the Winter of 1992 after pedaling from Lao Cai into a pitch-black Sapa, what few hotels existed, were all full. An awakened Dang Trung ushered me into his kitchen, stoked a fire and cooked me a hearty meal, then laid a thick mat of bedding over the table I'd just eaten on and tucked me in for the night! In the morning we shared breakfast. Favorite quote (when asked why he spoke such good English and French): "That is history, let us enjoy the present." A kind, gracious man I will never forget. Patrick Morris, 1993 |