Waking with my head cleaved in two I could only stomach some small sips of coffee over breakfast. The festivities of the night had left me a shell of my former self and I spent the entire morning on my own sleeping next to a dog and chickens in an attempt to quietly get over my hideously embarrassing hangover.

My futile attempt at recovery didn't work and before I knew it we were saddled up again ready for the days trek.

This time Moa accompanied us as we split into two groups, ours was conducting a longer hike as we didn't need to catch a 4pm bus back to Hanoi - much to my dismay.

The terraces we again incredible and the clouds that usually plague the region gave way and the sun beat down on or small band of Mexicans, Americans and Brits.

The wildlife in the mountains is abundant. Black pigs with enormous bellies and a squadron of piglets skulk and squeal along the beaten mountain paths while a host of dogs and cats stand sentinel next to their homes, eyeballing you severely. Huge bulls and cows chomp around the fridges of the paddy fields often caked in slimy mud to cool themselves.

A combination of the heat, wildlife, swaying river crossings and Fanta eased my deserved hangover and we waved goodbye to our companions as we arrived at our hostel back in Sapa.

Our hostel, 'Go Sapa', had stunning views over the town below and offered a great vantage point to look across through the fine mist at the mountains opposite. Many of the restaurants here offer set menus for an incredibly reasonable price, we indulged in one of them and found the pumpkin soup to be a particular highlight. Fed and watered we returned back to our hostel through the cobbled streets and settled into a well deserved sleep; thirty kilometres of trekking can really take it out of you.