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In the mountainous woods in Hoa Binh province, a dark leaf shines on a pale tree. “The grass is well bearing.” Look at the lame, too. King Cobras, pipers – it pays to watch your initiative here. “

The location of our residence, in the remote Mai Chau Southwest southwestern Hanoi North Vietnam, is so beautiful that it is difficult to believe in such accidents. Forests of figs and alder are still there but with the rust of our leaves floors. Sometimes trees are clear to produce the valleys in the valley, where the Mama River passes in the dragon trees and the Mila trees, and the Karst’s fingers as stalagmites from rice paddies.

“There were tasters here, and, like war,” it continues Tan. “But we never see for a while.” Normal – Currently, at least – pangolins, people are still hunting for selling their scales to use traditional medicine. Tan says: “To show people there is another way to get money.” Tan is the highest nationality of white people.

Suddenly, the forests of the outgoing forests and is a small place where the Tiny Snew Woodwen House, has everything important for rural health: Buffalo of a satellite, satellite and satellite. Cheery “Xin Chao!” . Invisible, he sets us up, leaving our shoes at the bottom of the wooden stairs, climbing the house. It’s dark but happy and warm, the roof is dark with a wooden smoke from the kitchen stove. Pulls of the dried medicines and dried mushrooms hanging on the wall.

“Cure,” explains a homeowner, a glorious commemorating person who introduces themselves as Haong. “We have no more here, but we live a long life.” His strong house, Luong explains, is ordinary of this district – hangover from the time when the tigers need to be stored in the night house while people sleep. Luong takes its flute and is playing a tune to imitate, the focus of simple verses, singing in Tai, a white Thai language. “Children are only reading Vietnams at school; our language is ignored. But it is important that we speak,” said quiet. “Or we will forget.”

We are well saying Longo and we walk in the forest and before three hours, Centi Bin houses, on the cabbage, the fields, adhering to Mist-Wreaths Mountains. We met Cao Sa Si Hong Nhung, a young woman with this job to deliver public transport to the pun bin. Tourism has been achieved in Moi Chau, making it more open and peaceful in Sapa. The French Colonial Hill Channel has become a tourist in Hill-Trekking hill in Vietnam, complete in casinos, cable cars – and crowds – and crowds – and crowds – and crowds – and crowds – and crowds – and crowds – and crowds – and crowds – and crowds – and crowds – and crowds – and crowds – and crowds – and crowds – and crowds. “Until the guest house in the last 10 years, there was no electricity or paved roads here,” said Hong Nhung. “We only find one crop in the year – down in Mekong Delta three – so we needed a new wage source. The tourism entrance.

Walking in the village, passing women standing in a magnificent, deep gesture in the water, planted small greenish shoots. A man from the fields holding a net with a long stick, which is used to hold Apple glaciers – invading types of rice, but are cooked in the area with Chilli and Lemongrass. He introduces as ha Heanger. As many men I see working at the fields, wearing a rounded vietnamese hat, which looks too small to be a 50-year-old war. Heuzueuz explains that the hats are still being done across Vietnam, the Communist Country of Communists in the US during the war in 1950s to 70s. He says: “We are proud of the war.” We hit the US army. No more people can say that. “

Heuses leads us to a simple, sidewall house, where Heuueueng, Heatung – Solds in strips used and now sold. He invites me to try my hand to her and after five minutes, my soft fingers are separated and divided by a sharp wood. Deciding that it is sufficiently seen, Teung gets up and disappears to find us drink.

You just come up with a bottle of green glass that is arranged for the Ubiquitous Piple: home-tied house wine. Teung wears wine into shoot glasses and motives us to knock a drink behind. I throw, but wins as a powerful air beats my throat, and you can doubt when Teung soon pours out another shot. Teung is in his seventy and travelers, and here is a major change in him, but he receives him. He says: “Tourism is right.” Visitors respect our culture and learn about them. It gives us a new source of income, but also much to do when we do not hurt when we do not hurt – to make Handic, make wine. “

The time near the lunch. Hong Nhung leads me into a wooden house and it can belong to its own, ha th hong, the old woman in the lighter of velvet and the testcarf. He gives exploitation and beams, revealing shiny teeth, the result of the dark culture once looked at the magnificent beauty sign between Thai white women. Hoppa is 82 years old and is still the leadership of a longtime village – the ancient human process indicating the movement of rice production. I gave me a big pestple and mortar and is entrusted to remove nuts, while hong is threatening packets with sticky rice in the league leaves.

I have heard a group of local women preparing traditional traditional dance in the village. “All the elders go out to see it, not just guests. It’s good, Hong. Certainly, after lunch I found a growing mob of spectators in the yard. Bamboo poles are placed in the form of a grid down and the dance group file without, wear brocode skirts and batik batik skirts. Hlonga describes the arrival of travelers helps to maintain such custom cults, keeping his youth and are at risk of death. “We almost lost a bamboo dance, but tourism has made it,” said with a smile.

Published in July / August 2025 issue National Geographic traveler (UK).

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