A Flower Hmong woman at the market.
We got up way too early in the morning to take a bumpy, nauseating ride to Bac Ha, where the Flower Hmong gather every Sunday to sell their stuff. There was freshly-harvested honey, bright red chilis, fruits, vegetables, moonshine-like rice wine, farm animals, metal tools and expensive pet birds. A major plus was meeting a great couple from California, and being able to explore the market with them. The tour stopped into a small village where we got a quick glimpse of life there. Another major highlight was stopping at the Chinese border and being given the chance to stare longingly at Mainland China, the land of opportunity. On the way home, a dog (that was probably purchased for food) shat in the box in the back of the van but the driver refused to stop, so we sat marinating in the smell for almost three hours. Good times in Vietnam.
Men testing out instruments for sale.
Jugs of rice wine.
Straining the honey into a bottle.
Flower Hmong vendors.
The meat market, complete with man coughing all over the meat.
Apparently, the cows don’t like the color white…
A woman and a dog she probably purchased.
Chickens in a crate.
Ducklings for sale.
Cows at the market. An adult goes for about $2000.
I should’ve gotten my haircut here.
Flower Hmong collar.
Spices for sale.
A woman and her basket.
Vendors selling clothing.
A vendor selling dried soybeans.
Trying the Hmong moonshine…
The colorful clothing of the Flower Hmong.
Bamboo birdcages for sale.
Loud birds waiting to be bought.
These birds go for about $100 to over $200.
Snoozing horses for sale.
The animal-hair straps of the baskets.
Vendors hanging out with their products.
This poor little thing was also for sale.
Our guide leading us down into a Flower Hmong village.
A house with soybeans drying outside.
A big Hmong house.
Clothes hanging out to dry.
The inside of the house, with drying corn and of course, a flat-screen TV.
Family photos on the wall.
Red squares of paper with gold leaf are placed on doors and inside homes for good luck.
Horses are not seen as much around these parts, now that most people have mopeds for transportion.
The Chinese side of the river.
A gate at the Vietnamese border.