I'll never complain about weeding the garden.

Words, Words, Words. Words are not enough to describe the beauty of the scenery and the interest of the places we were taken to today. A petrol station with a real Glamour Puss taking the cash, a rural silk factory where the material was produced from start to finish on the one site, a cricket farm where the product is food. (Try them? Yes I did, and I have the photos to prove it! )
A really remote local market where everything and anything could be purchased and where we tried innumerable titbits from the producer / sellers.
Lunch in a private house, prepared by a Bhuddist nun - delicious rice noodles with tofu, herbs & spices, then on to an impressive waterfall reached via a tricky and slippy rock clamber,
All ending up with a visit to a traditional timber home (wooden hovel) in a fairly remote village peopled by a highland tribe of Gin People, one of 54 minority groups which make up the Vietnames race. We were shown local crafts and had an extensive discussion on comparative cultures, mainly revolving around the value and role of women. Fascinating, but it will never catch on. ;-)
This photo was taken somewhere in the countryside higher than Da Lat, about half way through the 140 Km route, all of which was driven at a sedate pace, in order ont to frighten anyone.
Off to Na Trang tomorrow, back down on the coast, but before we leave Da Lat we hope to take a cable car ride to a well reputed garden, weather permitting of course.
G&S