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Sa Pa would have been magical even if I had known to expect it. But few foreigners had preceded me and the word was not yet out on this colorful destination.
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Arrival in Sa Pa was made even more invigorating by the fact that I had just struggled up the back side of the mountain with a flat tire on my rented Russian motorbike. The night prior was spent in a hell-hole of a town on the Chinese border after three days of constant breakdowns and flat tires. So it was a truly wonderous arrival.
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