It sucked till the end of the week. Living here for 3 years now, I thought I got used to seeing so many people everyday commuting to and from work and school. Maybe because of the coming 1000 anniversary of Thang Long, Hanoi becomes incredibly crowded, annoyingly crowded. I hate it when traffic jams are turned into norms, into something people start to endure and consider a must. The weather also should be mentioned. It was unbearable for me. I think I had eating disorder. My only rejoice of the whole week was to wait and expect for my trip to the North West of Vietnam. And I was right to go on the journey, it was really a peaceful and relaxing time.
I have a team, a traveling team and I love it every time I join them for a motorbike trip. We always travel on motorbikes no matter the distance. Vietnamese people call it "du lịch bụi" or "phượt". This time, we traveled to Yen Bai and Sapa to enjoy natural attractions on the way: Khau Pha - Khau Co - O Quy Ho and Mu Chang Chai. They are amazingly beautiful. I thought it was a wonderful coincidence I read about high lands and low lands relationships and exotic tourism just days ago and at that time, I could view the life there under different eyes as I had known more than I used to.
The sight, they are gorgeous. Never in my life have I seen such a beautiful picture. So beautiful that I wanted to throw my camera away. It could never capture such a thing with its rare and natural beauty. I wished that they could have invented a camera that was similar to your eyes, operated the way eyes and brain worked. I would rush to buy it if they had one. Terraced fields were what I enjoyed the most. Together with land fields, they made adorable shades of green and yellow and brown, but mostly green. Mountains were everywhere, they continuously headed off each other, it was like I was lost in Inception where all the cities were upside down. There, I didn't want to be on the road, I wanted to dissolve myself in the clouds flying around the top of those hills. And when we went higher and higher, the whole became so imposing, so huge, so enormous that I kept a surprising and indescribable happy look on my face.
People there are just nice. When I wanted to take photos of them, they kept running away or hiding faces. But when I went into the markets, they surrounded me with stuffs. They even complained if I bought too much of the Dao people but not anything from the Mong people (different minority groups). And what's really funny was that they wore clothes from China, but they sold their authentic hand made clothes, embroided and took at least a month to finish and were expensive, much more expensive. In the past, those used to be for their festivals, holidays to go out or even for weddings.
I came back Hanoi Monday morning. It took 3 nights and 2 days on the trip and I rushed to school the moment I set foot on the capital. To be honest, I felt a little tired and depressed as spending the time outside enjoying few-people-places with fresh and cool air and only green color, I just don't want to suffer again from congestion, from unbearable heat, from people who annoyingly horn through the traffic lights, etc. I just had no clues where life is taking us. Probably not to a good place.
1 comments:
seriously ur photos look like paintings!!! (and i hate struggling on Hanoi streets too!!!)
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