Never ... if I were asked to assign a color to Sapa, I could not say that the green ...

Once you get to Lao Cai station solutions are different ... take a bus, a xe om , a private transfer, set out on foot ... the riusltato cm ² does not change .. all will take you to Sapa, that place where the imagination maybe you have already been ... difficult to decide to come to Vietnam without seeing at least one photo of colorful H 'mong girls , one of many hill tribes, that easily encounter on your way ... yeah .. because if you do not see them, do not worry .. they will find you! Sapa would say that maybe 20 years ago could be a paradise for hermits ... now a bit 'less .. when we arrived with our minvan the glasses are immediately steamed up ... and not for the fog or some other factor meteorological ... but why the car was immediately surrounded by a crowd of women, little women, girls, children splashed in the windows ... to show teeth and uvula! Muffled sounds that have become very clear as soon as the door beckoned to move ... Assaulted as the stars for no reason except to have some measly dollar in return. and from this moment on, is echoed in our heads for two whole days the song, chant or better to call it, that I have the pleasure of being able to sing, but which I reproduce below ... maybe the skilled hands of a piano can make it famous ., ..

" Buy from me .. only one dollar ... buy from me ... if you take a picture you can buy from me ... buy from me .. ".'s funny at first, but I dare say stunning the end! But this is the only discordant note because the landscape and the place itself deserves high marks ... you can not avoid being captured by these expanses of green, fluffy and soft that cover the mountains "panettone" Sapa. Fascinating scenario that must surely give thanks also to the people that populate it ... otherwise it from what you see in the city, either Hanoi or Ho Chi Minh but also smaller towns, the people here are different ... and feel it instantly ... smiles brave and free (strange to say because ... you also sell your breath!) and characteristic clothes that smell of tradition and history. Everyone here wearing the clothes of their own tribe or ethnicity: Sapa to see themselves primarily blacks H'mong and Red Tzao, the first with dark cloth dresses, earrings and metal objects and the latter recognizable by the "turban" red carry on their heads and for cutting hair shaving unmistakable .. zero!