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The land of happy children

by Alba Rocio Tizon Vazquez (Spain)

Vietnam

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We arrived at dawn in a sleeper bus from Hanoi and Mai, our guide of the Hmong ethnic group in Sapa came to pick us up at the bus station, then we walked through the middle of a market until we left the city on the way to the mountains.
We arrived at dawn in a sleeper bus from Hanoi and Mai, our guide of the Hmong ethnic group in Sapa came to pick us up at the bus station, then we walked through the middle of a market until we left the city on the way to the mountains.
Mai has never been to school, she can't read or write, but she is a clever and friendly woman. She has learnt to speak English with tourists and tells us about her life and her family and resolves our doubts ...
Mai has never been to school, she can't read or write, but she is a clever and friendly woman. She has learnt to speak English with tourists and tells us about her life and her family and resolves our doubts ...
Sapa is full of happy children who play in total freedom; when we cross a village, they leave their games and come to greet us; they smile all the time and chase us through the mountains.
Sapa is full of happy children who play in total freedom; when we cross a village, they leave their games and come to greet us; they smile all the time and chase us through the mountains.
We fear that children do not know how to return to their homes, that they may get lost or that something bad will happen to them for following us for miles ... and Mai smiles and tells us that they will turn around when they reach the road. The road is its only limit.
We fear that children do not know how to return to their homes, that they may get lost or that something bad will happen to them for following us for miles ... and Mai smiles and tells us that they will turn around when they reach the road. The road is its only limit.
That night, when I went to sleep I felt happy because I was in a place in the world where hens, cows, and buffalos walk freely along the paths and children play happily and run across the fields to greet travelers. Our happy days in Sapa, North Vietnam.
That night, when I went to sleep I felt happy because I was in a place in the world where hens, cows, and buffalos walk freely along the paths and children play happily and run across the fields to greet travelers. Our happy days in Sapa, North Vietnam.

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