sleeper bunks

Longish train trip, comfy enough
sleeper bunks.
Card games
dirty socks
one toilet sink too much pressure
the other not enough.

'Windy' minibus ride up from
Lao Cai to Cat Cat.
Hotel switcheroo
man with t-shirt
squished into elevator, backpacks, all.
A restaurant on lvl 7
deliver baguettes.
Best impression-of-stunned-mullet
competition as lift opens onto
cloud carpet stretching around the
crowing roosters, pink and blue hotel facades,
bonsai trees and hills.

Cold, but not too cold.
Wet bathroom, interesting level of
water pressure, but then again,
we are:
on the roof.

Chimneys, sunrise, lethargy and crankiness
from bizarre train journey turning
into
something not unlike -

bird chirp. Green hedge in a pot
empty beer bottles, al fresco dining
sets, chairs scattered near to (not
around) tables, in upward-facing-
greet-the-sunshine glaring over
white cloud river.

The rooms face South and
East.

Cameras aren't big enough. Not wide
enough. Memory must suffice.
Hey, I'm not sleepy anymore.

10/2/2011