Tried to follow rudimentary hotel maps for a walk but got lost almost immediately crossing creeks and rice paddy dikes. A chance enquiry at a house produced a young Flower Hmong woman, Mee, who not only spoke good English but was prepared to guide us for a few hours, although 9 months pregnant. Enjoyed a wonderful interpretive hike through narrow farm tracks, through some mountains to a town then back to Bac Ha.
The following day we hired motorcycles for a spin over to another market. Great to be riding, cool though sunburn on the wrists and fingers. More minority traders and trade goods stalls, food stalls and handicrafts. Took the bikes north towards the Chinese border, roadworks meant we got covered in red dust, found some people making soya milk, bought a kilo or
so of tofu and ate it on the spot, delicious!
The following day we hired motorcycles for a spin over to another market. Great to be riding, cool though sunburn on the wrists and fingers. More minority traders and trade goods stalls, food stalls and handicrafts. Took the bikes north towards the Chinese border, roadworks meant we got covered in red dust, found some people making soya milk, bought a kilo or
so of tofu and ate it on the spot, delicious!
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