These boulders weighing several tons are scattered throughout the immense grass hills, life is not the same high power, no clean water.
Ph??t copper - A few years ago, Dong Cao remains a relatively unknown name with the "move", also by road difficult, because the countries have no one to do anything.Overheard a friend read somewhere on the local newspaper referred to this place, they call it "Model Son" of Bac Giang, hastily dug all the information they know this is a farthest ofa provincial society hardest.The little information saying where it also kept the thrilling legend of huge rocks on the hills is filled with large floral grass. So we hit the road again. ..
Perhaps, our trip was the first trip of the travelers who pass up the chicken for Dong Cao Night on the Brink Hanoi to us by bouts of mild late autumn sunshine.Straight towards Bac Ninh and Bac Giang pass, turn in the direction of travel notes, Luc Ngan.Highway 31 is quite small hill located between the blue fabric color, alternating as three Crushed red tile house between color acres of mountain forest.According to the road map to the same high right through the heart of Thach Son, then along a small dirt road and offroad through the same hash over 10km away to the next plateau.Absorbed chase afternoon sunshine, we walked through the entrance to Son Thach dozen kilometers.Stop Son Dong district where the center asking for directions.People said, "to go back to being new, but there is not any road to Dong Cao where". We stop at a gas station to fill petrol and asked a dozen people have received the answer may be to the same high road passing by the chicken but can only forest trekking alone.At the center, asked more then three more people have received the answer that there is a very small trail (only about 40cm wide) can be the Dong Cao but never seen anyone ride by it.The plan turned out to not be the old road by way of passing Dan Cam (main road to Dong Cao) is now blocked because it is the area of ??the military firing range.We decided to go forward, until later I knew it was a risky decision, the extremely risky. ..
At high camp is the ideal place for people to brush Indeed, the road, the road was not really, just walk the path of our people makes the stunt many times.There are many sections of the garden right across the population, even to remove all barriers to passing cattle.Whenever turns right decision every time.For vehicles located down by too large slope by foot up against the car, I took a flashlight out by each leaving traces.Tune in any way can see footprints or cattle, which way is the way of the abandoned, every fork like we lost at least 5 minutes, 20 minutes at most.Signs to identify in these cases is animal or human footprints people leave, and look further if the lights go about that place.Survival skills during 5 years traveling our dust are pulled out exhausted.Now, four surface is darker skies, no barking dogs, no longer see the light houses anymore, only thick forests and forest nets.
Only we and the earth and sky No less than five times I almost fell off a cliff, the reason is just to the right of the path we are going to be the edge of their species tree fern cover.Every foot down against the shortness, delving deep into the forest trails by land plants seemed to be fading.The three of us are anxiously forward only hope that electric lights of the Dong Cao sing, but as far as I know that the place has never had the power.The incident occurred when the vehicle was continuously climbing in trees conditions overlay such lofty meters, is the first known tree branches crashed into a broken wheel caused stuck washed, followed by the impact onthe middle of the road rock deformation caused some parts.Need brakes in my car bent turning back after the footrests, brake later so trapped, the only solution is to loosen the brake after the maximum, meaning that lose the rear brake effect.
The situation Absorbed in the forest in the night running frantically th, sweat profusely by the time push the car back to the mound, by straining eyes, hands braced not keep the car plunged into the abyss right.Beyond about 1 more grassy hills and woods anymore more, the magic has happened to us.After the cattle fence with a high near adult, we see a wider path, the right path is not there anymore but the puddles.Intuitively one who grew up in the countryside, I know it's loving puddles or cattle.When I say that, the two companions were uttered, so around here have cattle, cattle that are going to be people. Stop the car park where most land is flat, we started navigation, radiating in different directions.I skirted up the hill towards a hill overlooking the dim moonlight as bare hills.At its peak, found many huge rocks are scattered, their eyes see only the most remote and rocky like the whole lawn.That means that even very large hills are grass only without a big tree, very similar to a picture we see in the local newspaper before they hit the road.We decided tonight to stop on top of this hill.
Dong Cao as a true prairie The experience of survival is being taken from the tent to choose which way up, making wireless alarm when animals came and dug ditches to prevent flooding in the rainy night. .. the completed tent to sleep that night, we started to pull out the kitchen and cook food, the way wrestling with roads, forests and life did forget the feeling of hunger.Face up to the sky, see the wonders of nature, the wind blew the clouds cover melts to reveal a full moon rims rims.16 on the night of the lunar highlands is probably the most beautiful moon we've been watching.Dreamless sleep between wild nature so quick to sleep and wake up in the morning because their daylight dimming remote mountain location.Rating his domain on the same high plateau bring all the beauty of the mountains here.
Peaceful landscape yet to feel The little house on the prairie The three of us climbed the highest rock on which to sit, sat motionless as to sunrise, because nobody seems to say how they all are "drunk" where beauty, true beautypurity of the morning, the sun of the first day.We gathered her belongings, tents folded and head toward the road yesterday.Taking approximately 3km along the forest trail again, we travel to a large space.The field dozens of times larger than the hills we camped.At this moment, I confirmed with friends that we had on the road to Dong Cao, Dong Cao is here, the campsite or tent ideal for picnics or go "Donate" of the world young.
Only me and footpaths The scene before us is a grassy plateau, hills, grass stretched as large, soared sky blue, grass is lying on the rocks as someone puts up creating dotted green for this picture.Sim bloom purple tie hill, then after leaves have fallen, grazing cows, who flew up from their homes in the villages, light up a sky blue or illusory, light clouds drift hand seemed to betouching it.
Small fields is reached between the We are deep into the process, into the first mud-walled house, sat chatting with the man who was nearly 70 years old Man.Specifically, said only about 13 of the households, living in a small valley gathered in front of her home here, food is mostly transplanted rice on terraced fields three chips lower, remaining corn is grownand alternating grazing on the grass hill that we had to go through.No electricity, no clean water, no phone reception, no concrete roads, almost not communicate much with the modern world except the Son into the market to buy salt fish is whole life of relative peaceDao and Dong Cao Man.
Rubble three notebooks for kids Stop where the point lies between the simple, one small gift including books, pencils, clothes, candy is divided among all the children here.At first I was timid and shy, but then become more fun atmosphere.Each crisp innocent laughter, mothers with babies from each of the 13 houses to go to many more.At this point, we feel happy, fun to be rewarded after a scary night.Any weariness and distance lowlands and in the mountains disappear. We visited three chips in the house, was told about the volume of the rock, including the King's cave Dao ethnic people, the life stories where poor soil of the province. Goodbye relatives after receiving the bag full of corn and chronic pain, we follow the main road through the same hash, then return to Hanoi Thach Son carries in each of the memories of a faraway highlands. .. Photos: Chen Giap
No comments:
Post a Comment