Visningar: 28
Words can't fulfil enough my dream: "Reserve the beautiful floating markets"
Floating markets recalls me a time - when my grandma considered all rivers running through her long and lightly hairs and bony crooked fingers - Rivers fed her and gave her hope...
Floating her life on those rivers; simply it was called LIFE which was full of LOVE and PEACE, and very challenging alike.
Time and her life passed by. Rivers are still running, but not through her hairs, her fingers any longer. The water is not as "sweet" as like a decade before. Roads are built up everywhere in those tiny villages; Few people left; No one returns to reflect their daily breaths in those rivers. There are smiles on faces; also regretfulness on other faces. Few people feels sad. Rivers feel sad. Thousands of people have no childhood memory anymore by and on the rivers... They lost their farther's soul, just because these fathers' lives had not to able to float freely to-nowhere - on the rivers.
Boats begin to leave the water, gradually. At dawn, when sunbeams shower on the river's face, water seems to be lazily lying horizontal with the gray morning sky. There is no signal that evokes people knowing that their floating life begins... Something is changing, in bad way... no, in good way... isn't it?
Exciting, picturesque floating markets, but somehow I feel a bit down, this morning. One aunty tells me That Pineapple Lady feel tired of being floating on river after years. And the river is no longer to treat her kind enough. Furthermore, her son bought her a shop on the land, there she can trade goods easily. I asked aunty why she did not do the same. Silently in few minutes, she responded "I wish i could not miss the rivers and my floating days". "All my life is here, on these rivers - where I met my husband and our lives have been fully fostered". "If i leave the river, there is no more floating market for you to cheer on. And then this land has no value anymore because there is no History, No Culture and no LIFE."
Bitterly thinking for a while, I nodded and asked myself "i would come here again as visitor if there is no floating market in the coming years". I dare not answer my doubt. Up face to the air and breathing the smell of river, let my soul wandering, floating my dream into the nowhere of Mekong.
A day of my life just begins...in nostalgia.
Floating markets recalls me a time - when my grandma considered all rivers running through her long and lightly hairs and bony crooked fingers - Rivers fed her and gave her hope...
Floating her life on those rivers; simply it was called LIFE which was full of LOVE and PEACE, and very challenging alike.
Time and her life passed by. Rivers are still running, but not through her hairs, her fingers any longer. The water is not as "sweet" as like a decade before. Roads are built up everywhere in those tiny villages; Few people left; No one returns to reflect their daily breaths in those rivers. There are smiles on faces; also regretfulness on other faces. Few people feels sad. Rivers feel sad. Thousands of people have no childhood memory anymore by and on the rivers... They lost their farther's soul, just because these fathers' lives had not to able to float freely to-nowhere - on the rivers.
Boats begin to leave the water, gradually. At dawn, when sunbeams shower on the river's face, water seems to be lazily lying horizontal with the gray morning sky. There is no signal that evokes people knowing that their floating life begins... Something is changing, in bad way... no, in good way... isn't it?
Exciting, picturesque floating markets, but somehow I feel a bit down, this morning. One aunty tells me That Pineapple Lady feel tired of being floating on river after years. And the river is no longer to treat her kind enough. Furthermore, her son bought her a shop on the land, there she can trade goods easily. I asked aunty why she did not do the same. Silently in few minutes, she responded "I wish i could not miss the rivers and my floating days". "All my life is here, on these rivers - where I met my husband and our lives have been fully fostered". "If i leave the river, there is no more floating market for you to cheer on. And then this land has no value anymore because there is no History, No Culture and no LIFE."
Bitterly thinking for a while, I nodded and asked myself "i would come here again as visitor if there is no floating market in the coming years". I dare not answer my doubt. Up face to the air and breathing the smell of river, let my soul wandering, floating my dream into the nowhere of Mekong.
A day of my life just begins...in nostalgia.
Kategori: Backpacking
Besökta länder:
Vietnam
Reslängd: 4 dagar
Datum: 4 - 8 oktober 2018