Sapa, Vietnam
It had rained overnight, it was still raining, everything was damp; I had absolutely no idea how I was going to get though the next 24 hours. I never thought I was a princess, but I was reconsidering the label. Everything was damp and it sounded like there was a waterfall on the other side of the wall where our bed was. We could see the water draining down the side of the mountain into their drainage area and then around the house, through the gaps in the wood. T...