An album long due… My 10 day journey started in mid May 2014 with renting a motorbike in Hoi An, getting a map and contacting local NGOs and friends. With a trip of over 1500km planned of visiting the mountain tribes, Bahnar people, minorities and seeing the culture of the Central Highlands.
I started off from Hoi An – Dak To – Kon Tum – Pleiku – Gia Lai – Ea Drang -Dak Lak – Dray Sup and back.
It became a trip to discover the different world and myself. Leaving home is not easy but at times you find ‘home’ within yourself. Here are some collection of images of Central Highlands, Vietnam.
“Just another day we never forget
Life takes a turn that we don’t expect
One journey ends, another is set
And I have found you are my home”
A Bahnar rong (communal house) in the village of where the locals have official festivals and monthly activities. Inside the Bahnar rong house, we met with local kids and social workers.
Huy with his family in Pleiku before we headed off to our next destination – Gia Lai – Dray Sup — with Hư Không.
Local wives telling me that its a custom here that the women ‘chased’ and ‘caught’ their future husbands. – Dak Lak, Vietnam
Further inside the village we found ourself lost with the farmers. – Dak lak, Vietnam
She tried selling me her bull for 5,000,000 dong. I asked her how am I to get it back? She had no clue.
Menh, 60 years old. She has been living here for 25 years, her husband was in the military but after they got married she shifted here to her husbands home. She had a poor life before but things are better now with her husband. She has 2 sons in Bacninh.
This is Huey, 10 years old. When she was 1 she had an accident and fell in boiling water. Sadly she lost some of her fingers. Her dad has a tractor.
Some locals having a family lunch. It was a festival day for families to come together for lunch and dinner. So I was told.
Her name is also Huey, i think its a common name or a calling, she is 48. Her son is in a university in Hanoi studying law. She works as a waiter and cleaner here in Ee Rang to pay for her sons fees.
We ended up in a another small trine village on our way back to Pleiku. They invited us into their homes and showed us around. This is what real life for some is.
The son got us some mangos for a snack before we left. Just a wonderful feeling being inside a tribal home even for a moment. The mongo were served with spicy sauce.
Local women getting home after a long day at the farms, the baskets on their backs a common mode to carry any kind of small item.
Journey through Central Highlands, Vietnam
