Ha Giang, Kilometer 50

After renting motorbikes to checkout some waterfalls in Sa Pa, it stared to rain. Wait, let me clarify, more like a torrential downpour. We had walked back to our cozy guesthouse thinking how much we disliked Sa Pa and where should we be instead. We had met a few people mentioning a really awesome bike route but we never really clued in - even while we were in Bangkok, I've scribbled some words on my phone from a guy that mentioned a memorable drive which he'd do again in a heartbeat.  That evening Betty, our awesome American friend, had shared her...