The road to Sapa

The local population of 85% is made up of representatives of small nations. We arrive at the end of the road, have lunch, get in the car and drive to Sapa. Sapa plunges into a thick fog Not only is the fog powerful, but it also floats easily in clusters the size of a meter or two. These clots slip slowly to the doors of our rooms and then go to the open door. An unusual sight, I remember Stephen King's movie "The Mist". Tomorrow we decide to leave on a road where there are almost no tourists, I want to see if the locals wear national clothes in areas that few tourists visit? We also want to test our strength in mountain trekking, because we think of the tracks in Nepal and Tibet. True to test their strength and failed. Because these three local tracks were too easy for us. In the local "tourist center", we take care to drive to Ban Hoang, from there we go with Chef de train at Tafin, Tafin, we will be taken care of by a car and driven to Sapa. Follow Banjoang Tafin The conductor on this track is Joe. In the morning we are brought to Banjoang. In this area, our mobile phones are registered in the network of Chinese operators. Near China. In these places, there was a fleeting and strange war between China and Vietnam (1979). This war is interesting because it was the first war between the socialist countries and lasted only 2 weeks. The details are classified. We do not know who to "broken" anymore. In any case, Vietnam has demonstrated the overpopulation of Hanoi prisons in Chinese prisons and the Vietnamese city of Lao Kai has suffered greatly from bombing. China went to war with its neighbor because it was "angry" against Vietnam's excessive independence and its interference in China's policy in South Africa. The fact is that in 1978 the Vietnamese army occupied Cambodian territory and overthrew the ruthless regime of the Khmer Rouge, the USSR did not support the Khmers and, for some reason, China supported it. After two weeks, China announced its "victory" and Chinese troops withdrew to their territory. We follow the road ... On the way, we climb over gates ... ... we go to landslide sites. ... we go through the spiders)). ... we are going through the worms). Handsome man ... go through the mud. The conductor looks reproachfully - "why do not you wear boots?") Sapa is the land of water and mist, the water is abundant. It flows in the form of many rivers, streams ... ... paths are traced under the roads for the flow of water ... ... the rice terraces are filled with water ... fish are grown in running water. ... there is so much water that they do not know where to put it), for example, such toys are made, water flows in a large wooden "spoon" and, once filled, the structure is reversed and everything is confused. Then the cycle repeats itself and continues like this all the time. ... go through the mud. The conductor looks reproachfully - "why do not you wear boots?") Sapa is the land of water and mist, the water is abundant. It flows in the form of many rivers, streams ... ... paths are traced under the roads for the flow of water ... ... the rice terraces are filled with water ... fish are grown in running water. ... there is so much water that they do not know where to put it), for example, such toys are made, water flows in a large wooden "spoon" and, once filled, the structure is reversed and everything is confused. Then the cycle repeats itself and continues like this all the time. On the way, we meet a woman from the region who sews something. Near her graze 2 buffaloes. A calm .. But when they came to the second, he jumps suddenly, jumps and, ... no, thank God, do not jump on us, but with an unreal speed, jump on the terraces, shaking the ground. Here is this nervous subject, even before the jumps. Everything is going fast. We do not have time to be afraid. But he could jump us from the next terrace. I imagine a message somewhere in the news: "Two Ukrainian tourists are trampled (or gored) by a buffalo in Vietnam". Horror.)) Go ahead, but the buffalo (pictured - left) for a long time accompanies us with a watchful and suspicious look. Probably the first time he sees tourists. In this mountain silence, the sound of the wooden bell can be heard over a distance of one kilometer. Even the pigs on the road are a little shy.