Me voici donc dans la province de Ha Giang, a la frontiere avec la Chine. Selon tous ceux a qui j'en ai parle, ce serait la plus belle province du Vietnam. Je le crois, c'est vraiment tres beau ici, les montagnes sont toujours surprenantes, les paysages changent continuellement, et on voit partout des membres de differentes minorites ethniques qui travaillent dans la montagne ou qui portent de gros paniers pour aller ou revenir du marche. Les enfants ici vieillissent tres vite. A trois ans, ils portent deja des bebes sur leur dos, grimpent les rochers tous seuls et a cinq ans, on les voit en train de faire un feu. Leurs yeux trahissent une grande maturite.
Aujourd'hui, nous avons visite quelques marches, dont un ou j'ai mange du tha co, mais ca, vous l'avez deja lu. Le deuxieme marche que nous avons visite etait plein d'animaux. Des vaches, des cochons, des chiens, des chevres... Ce n'est pas la place pour les amoureux des animaux: chez nous, on voit des gens qui portent leur chien dans leur bourse, ici, les gens portent les chiots comme des bourses: une corde autour du torse, et hop, on transporte ca sans probleme! Et ca marche aussi pour les porcinets! Pratique, si pas tres ethique!
I have to admit that during the past few days, I've been feeling a bit down. It's the three week hump; after three weeks of travelling, you start wanting to see some familiar stuff, at least I do. And Vietnam is anything but familiar, even if it's my third time here! I was starting to find the Vietnamese dirty, illogical, and just plain annoying. But it's also what makes them endearing, and today, I realized how lucky I am to be here, and to be in this province that has just recently opened up to tourists, which means that the people here are still curious when they see white people, they stare shyly, unsure what to make of us. Nothing like in other parts of the country where they'll jump on the chance of making some money! It's really great here, the scenery is amazing (I hope Nick uploads some pics soon, so you can see what I'm talking about) and the people are really nice. Especially the kids who just love to yell out "Hello!" everytime they see a foreigner. Though I think Nick scared a few of them today, with his orange beard!
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quel menu! et avec ça, tu n'es pas malade? J'admire ton estomac solide.
Merci pour les belles descriptions. Ça nous rappelle notre voyage et nous donne envie de retourner.
Bisous, B
Dog??? You ate dog? I'm not sure I would be able to do it. Alligator, yes. Lizard, likely. Snake, probably. Betsy's tourtière, perhaps. None of those things fetches frisbees (although one could be mistaken for a frisbee). (Just kidding Bets! You know I love your tourtière!)
Glad to hear you're having a great adventure. I know what you mean about the 3-week tolerance limit. I recall feeling a bit that way when I was up in God-Knows-Where Thailand and Cambodia. Anything vaguely familiar feels good at that point. For me, it was McDonalds.
I also know what you mean about the Budhist monks. Kinda makes you wonder, doesn't it. Lindsay tells very cynical stories of very corrupt monks in Thailand, so I'm not surprised to hear you had some negative experiences. Too bad...
Keep the posts coming! Say hi to Nick.
Much love, Uncle Brian
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