From before the departure, the name of Y Ty urged, creating great appeal for us. It is not only the sea of clouds, but also other beauties, especially the image of the village of Ha Nhi ethnic people in the image beautiful sparkling with houses in close proximity to the wall square, round like some of mushrooms growing between immense hills. The picture house roof boundary between hills with green grass grows, two ethnic children standing at the door and whitewashed walls makes me seethe, just want to hurry to the right place.
The reddish brown soil walls, tan or ivory leave a strong impression on me about a place still retain plenty of lifestyle, living strokes pristine traditions of their nation, at least according to speculation mine. Again, I want to live in the heart of the village in the remote border area, get together to eat and stay, albeit cursory travel on the road, but also I feel somewhat real life, soul of Ha Nhi ethnic people.
Y Ty, from halfway up the pass down the village, I was amazed at the space’s walls sepia, white gold shimmering in the midday sun. Maybe in real life, the Ha Nhi not as beautiful as the pictures, but gives me the feeling of peace of rustic beauty, of a primitive life. Serial terraces flashed during pouring. Valley filled life and mottled green of young rice rice. From the rustic beauty exudes a fresh, full of hope. I had to forget all your troubles, all preoccupations in life before the harmony of nature with the people here.
We at Y Ty commune Lao Chai village in the sunny afternoon wind frontier. The road into the undulating, bumpy gravel. Of course, many sections have been concreted and solidify but there are places by stream erosion over. Our motorcycles are forced to wade water passages dividing reporters that so deep in the, to get up close to the house walls, living space of the Ha Nhi people. Remote geographical distance, is divided by mountain passes with municipalities that still live by the Ha Nhi old lines, in the walls of traditional houses, manufacturing, farming old ways. The houses on the land wall color time and almost no windows, only a few doors and the vents / smoke. At the holes vineyards scattered on the yellow wall red, still traces of black smoke and afternoon down a few houses still tun dusk hood from flying. That image reminds us how thoughts and emotions, make lemon hearts any traveler on the travel path. It evokes memories of a far early feelings, warm feelings, old memories pure innocence associated with family, home, country.
Nowadays, these houses have walls built square, not round anymore, it was roofed with corrugated roofs or cement tile checkered coast rather than a thatched roof. Finding a thatched roof house, moss or grass growing up was hard, and we were unable to find a very nice house in shots on net. Housing Architecture of people have less change for convenience to daily life, to be able to adapt to the rigors of climate, weather. There sat directly in these houses, I understand that the other thick earth walls primarily to avoid the cold cut cut into winter in the mountainous region. By immediately summer, night stay at Y Ty, we still have to use blankets, winter here much more than icy, even with all the snow. Some houses, including the home of a young couple we were invited in, were used more modern materials for construction: concrete tiles, folding doors, roofing, reinforced cement, furniture use including refrigerators, televisions, … These changes in the design of housing, living Ha Nhi people reflected the movement, change in lifestyle of the village, ethnic group, every day a present more contemporary, with better material life, towards a permanent and stable. It’s a good thing. But with a man or nostalgic like me, I was a bit worried, because maybe 5 or 10 years later, returning to Lao Chai village, I did not even see the shadow of a wall built by the land any more, as well as now hardly find a thatched house, mushroom as described in books. The trip to the highlands, though not very much, but everywhere is making me feel insecure, pant anxiously by the conflict between economic development, improving the material life with an identity mai or even permanent loss of cultural and spiritual values of the nation.
The rain suddenly poured down way trip into a cut of us. We only managed to go around the village of Lao Chai which was not up to the village of San Sim Red Man and His Red countryside of Mongolia. Shelter from the rain in a small hut along the road, next to the stream, we see two boys walked in the rain. We give them some candy, continue to wait the rain to stop to go explore and apparently everyone was pursuing a personal thought. Title column sky look white rain, sitting home watching the murky waters of torrential, I soaked lyrics “border rainy afternoon he go?”. Wool into cool breeze astringent feeling pinched, ensuring gentle little wistfully inside the traveler expatriates. No wonder was erstwhile, the main side door waiting for her husband leaning posture envisions governments martial gold necklace nostalgic flavor. There are constant soul, emotion forever unchanged, though life has on people to follow the ups and downs, most presentable oil tank. Sightseeing moments in a place far raining thick and horizontal nets, in Highlander borderland was not a familiar figure to me is feeling of the ancients as one entity feelings, emotions vivid, immediate existence rather than the conventional emotion.
From the road drizzle, a woman go about and look where we shelter from the rain. She was quite young, fresh faces and kindly. She invited us to a shelter that listen for a moment we can understand because you speak any Vietnamese accented with a limited vocabulary. After some hesitation because of incessant rain also, we decided to go to her house. The house is in the middle of the hill, right next to the place we go off by the rain and the rustic small slope, indifference, slippery but not very high. This house is where I have said above, we are invited into the house, to see the changes in architecture and way of life of the young family of the Ha Nhi ethnic groups. Three houses were arranged in a U-shaped: two houses opposite the houses, one house is the kitchen floor U – house traditionally the right wall.