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Saturday, 19 May 2012

Wild Vietnam. Sapa. (1st Series)


Sapa - a small town in northern Vietnam, with its national identity of local people, where one day you can go through all the seasons: in the morning - spring afternoon - summer evening - autumn night - winter.


Arriving at the railway / train station in Hanoi, I bought a ticket for a destination in Sapa. To save time, and which so few tickets took the night train, I thought so - good sleep at night in the train, as is normal in the morning for a walk in the surroundings of this wonderful town. But as always there is a "but", the car proved to be superior - the wooden benches, the whole night gudezh, screams and fear of being without my photo equipment was not allowed to sleep.
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In the morning tired, but happy madness that I finally came to GALAO CAI (end station), went to find my way further and further bus and about an hour's drive along a mountain road with serpentine, and here I am in Sapa (Sapa heard from the local .)
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Coming from the bus, which managed to get some sleep, mood, rose, I saw a real wild in Vietnam, who wanted to see - not even expect such a color.
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Hotels on every corner is full of problems with selecting and settling have not experienced. No heating, and at night holodina, but the mattress with electric, so warm and comfortable sleep. If you are going to Sapa in winter, be sure to tack warm clothes.
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Vietnamese yoke
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Clothing market.
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Almost on every corner in the cafes on a spit roast pig who can not order a meat dish in Vietnamese, it's easy to poke a finger in the pig. I usually do well when the cafe did not understand English words and the menu only on their Asian language, I'm going through the tables looking for Asians and poke a finger in the fact that I liked.
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The very child, and even a whole day behind craving child.
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Sapa - a picturesque and dissimilarity of the local population, which keeps its tradition, still dressed in folk costumes, fabrics for which they themselves are woven on old wooden looms.
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My aunt through a window in the cafe offered me the national shirt, distracted and lost me as I looked out into the street to photograph her. 
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A girl in a warm jacket and almost barefoot, and it's cold, January and February are the coldest months and foggy in the Cape.
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Nonrom - Men's straw hat. Nonla - Vietnamese women's straw hat, in the villages they are both women and men and women in urban areas only.
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Not all flip-flops like Nonlu, wants and glamor
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Food market
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Very quickly and can rapidly blow the fog, and just as quickly disperse it.
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Sell ​​hats and then embroider them.
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Approximately 7.5 degrees above zero. Lodge of the umbrella.
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Once again, kids are kids, that's because they go all day, offering some bells, begging for money. Not every adult like that can stand all day.
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Urban residents are regular modern clothing.
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Building, instead of our usual buckets - woven baskets, which are easier to wear on your head.
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At work.
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The woman from the village of red.
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Playing on some musical instrument, which is sold in Sapa by all and sundry -1 $ (if you bargain).
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Many simply begging. If you give money to one, it is possible for the next half hour or an hour to forget about peace, immediately nabezhit crowd wanting to get in your hand a little money, and tell the truth - they are still sticky. This photographer has got.
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Even the kid who does not walk, and sat behind her elder sister, eagerly reaching for the money.
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Photographed - pay.
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The old man and a pioneer.
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Rainbow umbrellas.
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Whistles like a nightingale.
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One can often encounter women carrying huge trunks on his back, something like coal. A pause.
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These colorful flip-flops from the village to walk the red Cape, offering souvenirs - all sorts of postcard with a picture of Sapa, koshelechki, bags, bells, and all sorts of things made by themselves.
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To be continued in the second series.

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