In doing a trek for a few days in the north of Vietnam we stayed in a couple of home stays, eating dinner with the host families. Fortunately our guide acted as translator, though the nods, smiles and waggy fingers also served us well. Sign language was not so useful in the frequent cuts in the electricity supply. By moving further away from the hill town of Sapa on foot through small paths and tracks we got glimpses of real rural scenes unused to the clicking of cameras. It was so refreshing.
In the first picture below a young girl ties a sheaf in a field next to a track. In the second, a group of three Black Hmong girls dressed in traditional clothes take a break from using their scythes to watch a run-away buffalo go charging down the carefully constructed tiers of paddy terraces.