This year, I chose a less crowded place instead of checking in at the famous beautiful spots of Ha Giang. The first stop was Khuoi My village, located just over 15 km from Ha Giang city on the western slope of Con Linh. The road to the village has been newly rebuilt, cars can easily climb the slope, freely admiring the pristine quintessence of the Dao ethnic minority village in the highlands. Here, you will not see many familiar rammed earth houses or yin-yang tiled roofs, instead, there are simple thatched roofs covered with green moss.
The whole village has only over 50 houses, the breath of modern life has not yet blown away the old peace of the foggy Northeast. And in the cold of Lap Xuan, wild peach blossoms along the roadside, the 5-petal peach blossoms typical of Ha Giang further enhance the unique fairy tale beauty of Khuoi My.
From the bustling Dong Van ancient town welcoming Spring, I returned to Ha Giang city via the most dangerous mountain road: Mau Due - Du Gia - Bac Me. That highway is still beautiful, more than a hundred winding kilometers embracing the peace of the mountains and hills, of simple houses, of terraced fields waiting for the watering season, and of the spring of white flowers blooming. The bad road surface does not discourage those who love to travel, because the scenery of floating clouds in the sweet cold of the beginning of the year only makes people fall in love with Ha Giang more.
Stopping at the French post (Lung Ho) when the old traces had faded, only a few ruined stone walls remained, but around us life was still passionate in the afternoon smoke from the kitchen stoves. We were busy admiring the white pear branches in full bloom, happily eating cakes with the highland children, our hearts filled with love for the majestic and graceful land of Ha Giang.
The author on his New Year's trip - "visiting" the northernmost region of the Fatherland
Ha Giang has always been a meaningful destination - not only because of the heroic Vi Xuyen mountain pass that guards the homeland for peace, but also because of the "halfway up the mountain, half way up the pass" as beautiful as a love poem, so that "every time he comes" he longs to "cross the rapids", to meet again in the "distant mountains and forests"...
