I'd have to say, one of my favourite travel memories was my trip to Sapa in the northern mountains of Vietnam last year.
I've kind of cheated and taken excepts from my other blog, from when I wrote about it then.
Wayne being mobbed by Black Hmong girls selling their wares.
"Day 3 Vietnam - Mee and See, my new H'Mong friends
The landscape in Sapa gives off such an amazing old energy. I could have just
watched the mountains for hours with it continual dancing behind mist and
clouds. Met many H'mong girls, a tribe that live in extreme poverty and continue to wear their traditional indigo dyed and embroidered costumes. We were adopted by a couple of the girls who told us a bit about their lives and showed us around the town."
Day 4 Vietnam - It's a good thing my husband is not a jealous man...
I spent much of the day holding the hand of a man who wasn't my
husband. We trekked from the township of Sapa into a couple of the villages.
What is usually a good walk in the dry season was very hard in the wet, sliding
down slippery clay slopes. Due to the difficultly of the terrain in many areas, the guide held my hand for much of the way. We visited a Black H'Mong village and saw the poverty that these happy friendly people live in. We stayed overnight in a Day (pronounced Zay) village in a farmhouse.
Day 5 - Heaven, Hell and my Vietnamese Angel
The trek was harder than the day before due to more heavy rain and the fact that I had twisted my knee. The view was breathtaking but the hike was hell. My
fabulous guide literally carved out mountains for me so that I could make it down the steep slippery clay slopes without getting covered from head to toe in mud.
By the end, I was only covered on one side. We visited a Dao (pronounced Zao)
I don't want to overload this post with text, but if you'd like to read more about the trip, I've written more about it here and more about the textiles here.