 | The entrance hall had a design of the seventies which I found charming. An older man came towards me an asked me whether I needed a ride. I agreed and we drove to downtown of Havana, capital of Cuba.
I do not mean to claim that they ought forget their own history, but I assert that they should forgive, not to the culprits who made the rage (that would not be possible), but the next innocent generation.
Anyway, on our last day in Sapa, we hired a taxi driver, payed him twenty dollars and asked him to drive us around for a few hours. We had the Tram Ton pass in mind which separated two climate regions. |
