Indochina empire".
BLACK THAI PEOPLE AND INVITATION TO A WEDDING RECEPTION
Breakfast at communist Hanoi Hotel is cold french fries (leftovers from last night), white bread, cold sliced hot dogs plus a greasy omelette for the adventurous. We cycle out as soon as humanly possible and within five kms are back into beautiful rolling countryside. Bingh promises today will be even better than the last two and we are not to be disappointed. It is eye candy all the way. Five meter high poinsettias line the road; we encounter a local market selling everything from a water buffalo to beautiful caged birds: parakeets, parrots, some quite rare. For a dollar a bird, Gary is inclined to buy the lot and set them free. The people here are of the Black Thai minority, so named for the black head-bun sported by all married women. Like the White Thai back at Mai Chau, their one-story houses are built on stilts and are of entirely wood construction except for the thatched or galvanized roofs. It seems the entire community, if not at the market, is working the fields on this beautiful Sunday morning. All the family is put to work harvesting, thrashing and winnowing rice and hauling the rice straw off home as animal feed and bedding.
Sunday is the official "day off" in Vietnam and the traditional day for weddings. We pass two in progress and Chris takes a photo of one happy wedding party. They invite him in to share the wedding meal but he explains, thanks to a pretty Vietnamese lady who speaks fair English, that he is supposed to be leading a group and finds himself, as usual, bringing up the rear. He wishes the bride and groom a long and happy life together and that they have many children (not sure the last is really good advice these days in such a crowded country), and is off again. And all this before 10 am! We meet the van at 57 kms and drive to a roadside restaurant in the small town of Tuao Gao. Like all meals, it is at least seven courses, all delicious and ample and many new to us. Hamburger on a stick was the first course.
The we're off again in the van, driving over the 2,000m high Pha Din Pass where the Vietminh in 1954 hauled their cannons to attack and ultimately defeat the French at the famous battle of Dien Bien Phu. We cycle the last 30 kms to the Him Lam resort hotel on the town's outskirts. Many war memorials, Viet Minh gun emplacements and war cemetaries festoon the highway. The Viet Minh lost four million soldiers in the war with the French and, as in the south, war cemetaries are everywhere. Him Lam resort is an older resort, spacious and very tranquil. It's our kind of place, with an (unused) swimming pool, (unused) ping pong tables and spacious grounds. Bonsai everywhere. It is filled this weekend with holidaying Vietnamese, a few touring Aussies, and us.
Another exceptional dinner this evening, but missed by five of our band who have fallen victim to a combination of intestinal and bronchial problems: Dan, Peter, Mike, Jean and Jim. We're looking forward to our day off tomorrow. We're apparently getting a little worn down after the last three long days with serious hill climbs, and in need of a little rest and recuperation. Total cycling distance 89 km with about 500 meters climb.
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