Returning to the city after the journey back to the project's Ba 3 PAD. I feel really lucky to be taking a trip so great.
Today turn to rain after days of sunshine. Listen to the rain relentlessly commonplace, monotonous, I remember the rain and in the evening gather with our brothers in Ba. Southern Accents phase trace of the North of England, led unions still entangled throw in my head: "Do you, sir, Ba has a separate type, it is not the sun, not the rain-term, but it goes bad sustained precipitation. like the new you feel attachment, longing to leave it. " And just like that at least for me now ....
On the car away from the town of Bac Kan to Ba, look through glass door, I silently admiring the scenery along the way. The turning rugged, craggy cliffs, clouds hovering between mountains shy hug distant villages as a beautiful natural landscape. The about green field caress, bumpy. And, most especially, a lot of roadside flowers bananas, add fresh red gold. Road up with Ba too great to travel by motorcycle and I hope to have a trip Powered by the same group of friends up here. Stop in coastal hotels entrance resorts Ba. Union we eat and get rest after a day of sitting in the car swaying bends around the mountains.
5am, my second team I walk into the lake. Than 3 km distance in the early morning dawn. Around me is a green, grassy, glitter of dew particles deposited on each of the foliage. Government of trees, roots are posting, quiet space.
Ba vast, untouched. Lake along the mountain slopes or wrapped around the lake? Tilted mountains like fairies Hair government clouds covering its pristine shape. Small arms hugging a mountain full of tenderness. Lost in Ba, I lost in an endless blue. Lost in a realm as interference between illusion and reality. Lost in a peaceful full of charm.
(The children in the morning dew. - The Pac Ngoi Ba North Kan. Vice blink: National Forum)
Unlike other tourist destinations, where I had not been offered by people selling souvenirs, I also do not see many of these stores. Only a few small shops gathered at the marina alone. And this is what I have to wonder when you want to buy a souvenir. Really you will not find a thing to as incense distinctive gifts of Ba Be Lake.
Back to the union, I continued to visit Hua Ma. A primeval caves stalactites. At this point, I think of the three realms: Tien Tran - Devils. I put Ba in realms Korea, my summer in the realm of the Fund and represents the secular realm. I do not write much about buying the House, because I want you to step down and feel the cold ron ron this place.
I want you to care about the scenery along the way. As drifted into a peaceful frame of Vietnamese villages. Cattle and horses lying on the beach corn, grass fallow. Despite the long convoy approached, even for a group of people walking and just point. The village is quiet, even for a group of us walked hand machine canoe, two along the way. I felt like I had stepped from picture to picture. I missed embarrassed if lingering hand to do something ruin the picture.
New this morning that it was dark, the tunes to sing Then the girl's hands, boy, shake my soul. Bonfire lit up the clear smile, sparkling eyes the joy of the members of the delegation. I'm not saying goodbye to Ba, I set a date to come back to continue the journey to explore the pristine look of the land. Still more ... so much ... the mysterious beauty that do not have the opportunity to tap.
......... Sound of rain commonplace as to hook the hearts of the people in here ....
Source: Phuot.vn
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