After a cold and dark night in the mountain we both agreed to finnish the trek that day. The concept of spending another night outside where this time it would be even colder, was a dealbreaker. That plus having to fake smiles all through some local village posing as the newest walking set of dollar bills motivated us to accelerate the itiniary and make the last two days in one. We now had a solid 9 hours of trekking to go, and barely enough daylight to make it happen.
Sadly Cecilie's internal altometer got the whiff that we were getting close to the summit and promptly started the internal "operation Summit sabotage". Having sucessfully done this in Africa four years ago and not one to be changing a working plan she quickly got weaker and the top got further away.
Cecilie went back to gather strength for the long trip home while Gard and Dong raced to the summit. On the top there was a stainless steel Santa Claus hat marking the top of Vietnam. It was covered dense layer of clouds and insects. We shared a victory Red Bull before starting our descent.
The mountain was shockingly as steep going down and our thighs and knees took a sound beating. Later as he was rubbing aching muscles and joints Gard grumpily complained "I have become an old man up there in the mountain". Operation "Summit Sabotage" being a total success Cecilie quickly recovered and led the way down the mountain like a newly recovered antilope.
One day of relaxing in Sapa all the while dodging the "Local Village Experience" we got on our bus where the driver was writing SMS'es while passing trucks and mopeds going fast down dodgy roads. Next stop Cat Ba island!