First feeling was standing on Ma Pi Leng, on the street named Happiness, fresh air, unspoiled nature and so I know there is a Ha Giang already imprinted in my heart.
I promise with Ha Giang has twice, the desire to set foot on land remote places of the country was beginning, been to the highland district – where a large concentration of ethnic minorities in the country , is to explore and learn more deeply about the life of ethnic people in the mountains, to get more experience of youth not only the skin away always in my soul.
Oh the Dong Van, Meo Vac, Quan Ba, Yen Minh – the names strong enough to beckon my desire into this trip. Nearly 5 days 5 nights, more than 1,200 km pass by motorcycle and on the go, through many provinces and many districts and many communes, persons and vehicles have time to run all day and night, regardless of wind or the rain cold to the bone, we have jointly completed successful trip and return home satisfied aesthetic absolute safety.
Coming to Ha Giang tour on the last day of the year, on cold winter days cam, it sometimes face was pale and numb limbs not feel the cold, only to look forward to amorously with all what belongs to the place, the people, to landscapes, flowers, grass and spiritual values belong to own that place.
Chances are, you will say that I am somewhat apparently overstatement to say about the piece of land where the North Pole this sucking pig? But believe me, to Ha Giang, you will be very much the trip would be a simple gift, unexpected and wonderful that you will constantly have to exclaim: Oh beautiful! Then, when you return you will be returned to gloat, it’s like you are addicted to a certain wonderful dishes that just want to eat more, eat more, eat forever … And like me, will have countless experiences and emotions you want to keep for himself, wants to bring back to packed urban life noisy, busy and chaotic.
Forget how improved the endless golden fields stretching across the valley or fair Sung Sa Phin is gloomy winter afternoon splashing. Forget how the winding mountain pass road as gorgeous silk or cornering downhill stretches sleeve. Forget how to be a shadow of the woman Hmong heavy baskets on their shoulders firewood, cantering cantering steps faster than the jungle where the night when the ball was covered with crimson sunset cliffs horns cat ears, shape the kid image blur her face, snot dripping, naked or barefoot roadside played between infernal cold frontier a few degrees Celsius, the pretty little hand waving raised you, those eyes toilet covered with strangers and timid innocence when you give gifts. Forget how the corn tut fragrant wine tourists heartwarming that people call it the nation’s corn flower jungle besides trying to win the pot steaming on the last corner of the fair.
And it’s hard to tell you I understand the feeling of the first time he was standing on Ma Pi Leng with my car rental ha giang motorbike tour, is located on a street named Happiness – one of the four elements Pass renowned northern mountains of Vietnam, ecstatically happy picture painted marine admire the charming sight. An intense beauty just makes the heart weaker tourists came here for the first time visible embarrassment, fear, just peace to the exotic, stimulating people to look at themselves, to watch … winter afternoon , I keep looking forever on high mountains headline set distance, the other looking down the valley forever Nho Que river where sensual rolling mountains surround you. And countless more amazing things I will tell you in one day we sat together. And I know there’s a Ha Giang has imprinted in his heart like that.