Just as the rain starts to really lash us luckily we arrive at our home for the night.
(After teetering over this rickety bamboo bridge first!)
We’re stopping in this wonderful wooden house, home to a family of the Dzay minority – one of the many hill tribes in the area.
What an incredible place to live – and what a view as the sun starts to set over more flooded rice terraces.
The wooden house is solid and warm, but there is fairly little in the way of what we would consider home comforts with a concrete floor and plastic chairs.
The bedrooms are bare brick but the beds are very comfortable complete with mozzie nets and warm blankets.
We spend a very cozy night with the family, try our hand on making fresh spring rolls and then we’re off again!
Trekking through more little hamlets, all with their own rice cultivation.
Some more grainy footage of the amazing area here!