I would dedicate today to visiting the nearby Han Citadel ruins. Getting to them was a nice ride through the countryside. I saw farmers working in the fields, and driving carts pulled by oxen.
But it is gray and bleak. The weather is cold and the sky is gray. And the villages I pass through are gray and bleak too. The buildings are cinderblock with corrugated iron roofs, and old gray houses. It seems bleaker and less welcoming than in the south. Maybe that’s just the miserable winter weather.
The ruins, a UNESCO World Heritage site, were interesting. And there were no tourists. I only shared the site with farmers working in their fields around and inside the citadel. Unlike the huge rice fields of the South, the fields here are small. They are a patchwork, with each one growing something different.
I walked on the wall all the way around. People were busy planting rice. Everybody were friendly. Some women invited me to plant rice with them. My walk took the whole morning.
Tomorrow I would make my final approach to Hanoi, accomplishing my main goal in Vietnam of riding the Ho Chi Minh Highway.
Hi, I have very enjoyed your treks. Now I have desired that I will plan a tour to visit all of these charming place.. Thanking you