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The air became fresher. Me and my travel mate wondered in different directions. When we met up to hop on Minsk again, it was already at dusk. Last shot before the hotel shower, before the...moonshine. A fruitful day of shooting, of seeing and talking to the local. Well, after all, the most beautiful picture ever taken is by your eyes and mind.
Resting a bit on the way back to hotel, Minsk looks a bit tired, too:
[B]The fourth day...[/B]
A bit lazy in waking up, I still lied on my bed looking at the white ceiling of the hotel. My shoulders, my arms and my legs were sore, from riding Minsk - a super vibrating bike, and also from walking up and down hill, jumping from once rice field to the others. Well, we got to capture much. It's always good seeing more landscape and learning more about the life of people.
Noodle soup - everywhere you go in Vietnam you could find noodle soup for your breakfast. The Vietnamese seem to be lazy at breakfast and choose to eat something easy, takes less effort in chewing. For that reason noodle soup becomes the best choice one can have after getting up. We got some noodle, some tea, and ready to be on the go again.
We headed further to the North-Western part of the country, where where expected more to see and capture. This 48 km was a sweet part of the journey on Minsk
We didn't expect, but we got to see it: The great tea plantation. Yes, Vietnam, Japan, China...all share tea as their traditional drink. And this terrain - thousands meters above sea level is definitely an ideal place for great tea plantations. Tea covers hill tops, tea covers valleys...you can never drink this all:
Long time ago, tea was a part of the wilderness. When the market reached the place, tea became a commercial products, owned by business. The local people picked up tea as a part of their extra-income job. They are all farmers and when the farming is not busy, they come over, picked up tea and got paid at the end of the day. Set the commercial story aside, the tea plantation was a heaven for me capturing the local people picking up the leaves. They were all very, very friendly. When I held up the camera and asked to take picture, the common response was: No no, we are not beautiful, we are very humble looking. It took me a while explaining to them that they are among the most beautiful people, and indeed I meant:
...to be continued...
Edited on May 08, 2013 at 07:51 AM · View previous versions