In the small town of Bac Ha in Northern Vietnam exist a Sunday market that drips with local culture. All of the hilltribes from the local mountains come to market on Sundays as if it were teenagers going to a mall in New Jersey!
Flower H'mong woman testing the quality of the tobacco in Bac Ha market.
Who knew that the best Pho in Vietnam would come from our own meager culinary abilities...with a little help of course.
The resiliency of the Vietnamese people residing in the Mekong Delta is exemplified by their eccentric dietary selections, readily available at the local market.
HoiAn Vietnam is known for history and shopping. However, my morning trip to the local market yielded discoveries that left me standing among the fishes.
Eleven o’clock on a cold, foggy night. The Avenues desolate, the windows of Clement Street’s regarded Asian restaurants a clammy black beneath lifeless signs.
Virtually attacked upon entering a village outside of Sapa, Vietnam, the beauty of the mountains were no match for the whirling ethical dillemas this raised. It was only after a simple comment from a trekking guide that faith was restored in the people of the area.