Photo journal, life stories of people who happened to be in Vietnam.
"Hi, i'm a young man who happened to live my 20s in Vietnam. Im having greatest years of my life and then it strikes me, what if the 2012 apocalypse thingy really does exist? i'll be dying before knowing every fine bit of this country. So i decided to make a blog before its being washed away by a huge tsunami by the end of this year.
There're about 88 millions people living in Vietnam, and i do believe that, everybody has at least one lovely story that makes they proud of talking about. So there's no way i could make a suck blog after hearing all those lovely stories :)
I dedicated this blog to the one and only amazing Vietnam, to all the nicest people on earth and all the crazy traffic photo that tourisms take :)"
Cà mên (Gamelle)
I came across this old shiny mesh tin container ('gamelle' in French) replete with delicacies one early morning outside my door. Not letting this rare occurrence pass by, I jumped to the camera. It has been a while since the last time I saw such a historical, bona fide 'gamelle'. While I was playing around to get the perfect optical setting; the girl next door, appearing out of nowhere; softly asked for her food back. She could barely hide the embarrassment so evident on her rosy blushed face. I pressed on with a few questions, only to find out that her birth mother, knowing too well of her forgetfulness, had been discreetly preparing food for every ceremonious occasions at the in-laws. (It is worthy to point out that in most Vietnamese homes, the daughter in law has to prepare food for the husband's family, especially on ceremonious occasions.) At the crack of dawn, the mother would drop the feast, packed neatly in a 'gamelle', in front of the door so the daughter could set up the meal.
Before I could pass on any judgment -- what a carefree daughter-in-law my neighbor is, what an overindulging the mother was in pampering her daughter -- I asked myself a simple question: "How deep is a mother's love?". Must not be deeper than this 'gamelle'
New year in Hanoi
Before I could pass on any judgment -- what a carefree daughter-in-law my neighbor is, what an overindulging the mother was in pampering her daughter -- I asked myself a simple question: "How deep is a mother's love?". Must not be deeper than this 'gamelle'
New year in Hanoi
Hoi An in early Morning and its people
No comments:
Post a Comment