Welcome to another edition of ‘let’s look at green rice terraces’ . . . .
I make no apologies for my boundless delight in cataloguing the delights of Northern Vietnam. It really is some of the most stunning scenery I have ever seen.
The endless rice fields are broken up by the occasional little hamlet with corrugated tin roofs and mud banked walls.
But even high in the hill of Sapa you can still hear the incessant, and annoying, drone and pop of the ubiquitous moped – the plague of Vietnam’s roads!
The fox sums it up – I really do feel lucky to be here and experiencing this wonderful country again.
A slightly nerve wracking river crossing to be negotiated just as the rain starts to fall . . .
We are going to stay overnight with a local family of the Dzay minority
We will be having a cooking class to learn how to cook some traditional Vietnamese food too.
We’re nearing the homestead just as the heavens really start to open!