With that day I made a clear decision. During this trip I'll have to rent a bike and ride a little bit alone. Do not bother me the wind, no rain (which unfortunately is not absolved for a moment and caused flooding in my waterproof boots). What mattered was that I can enjoy the view and smell of wet rice fields ...
lot of photos is not just because of the weather. The plan was simple: at 7 o'clock, I meet with and whom I have a driver who takes me to My Son, then to Hoi An, and then come back with me to Danang. I wondered whether or not to be Hoi An, but I decided We conclude with a fairly close, and felt so good in Hoa's Place sat ...
got more on the way to one of the church. I even would not be anything special in it, were it not that he was at the top and the views were very positive.
 |
| I found taaaaakiego wieeeeelkiego snail! |
And then it's time for breakfast. I was taken to a small private home. Poverty up squeaks very badly damaged especially after last year's flood, when water was more than two feet from the floor. Dogs run around a traditional method of kneading your bread and rice paper before your eyes. Well przesympatyczny owner, holding a postcard from Torun and nostalgically remembering John Paul II ...
But finally we arrived at My Son. This ancient city, the center of life and culture Czampów. Walking in the woods encounters a group of buildings. Such a history lesson to live. Everything you can touch and feel. At the entrance I came across a show, which played traditional music and dance czampskie (? - How it is changing: P) dances. While the first dance that is a prayer for the water I was still able to understand (amazing what this woman was able to to do with a pot on his head!) so much the second dance is probably the strangest dance I had ever seen. Not the usual soft and smooth movements, but edgy. Girls and boys bent their bodies in all possible joints and jumped or tuptali ... Photos you have less;)
And then we went to Hoi An. I really have no idea why this town is so famous and popular. In theory, concerns the fact that there was virtually destroyed during the war so retains many traditional buildings. Well, yes - budyneczki nice. But they still are just two streets cross, where everything is expensive ... I have virtually no pictures, because I really was falling apart. Uchowały to 4 pieces. My camera was lying snug in a backpack covered with a cape. If someone wants to really more that I recommend: http://www.google.pl/images?hl=pl&expIds=23864, 25657,26637,27113,27182,27284 & XHR = t & q = hoi + an & , cp = 5 & safe = off & um = 1 & ie = UTF-8 & source = og & sa = N & tab = wi & biw = 1280 & BH = 681
drenched but happy I came back to Hoa's Place. I heat up with a delicious cup of coffee (I mentioned already that Vietnamese coffee is amazing?) And spent another pleasant evening with people from all over the world ...
0 comments:
Post a Comment