Ice Girl in Banlung - Sapa - Chapter 13
Share Article After Saigon, Leo walked to Sapa in northwest mountains.
Talking monkey tourists from Hanoi are here to eat, gamble, sing, dance/screw and buy cheap Chinese plastic products, said Mo, 10, H’mong cloth seller.
They are an army in high heels, floppy hats, sunglasses, shiny belts and lost eyes. They run to stand in front of a Catholic Church to have their photo snapped off. Most ignore us.
A woman tourist slows down in her long march toward consumerism to look at Mo’s work: a handmade belt, a colorful wrist wearable, a thin wallet. The wallet is thinner than the girl.
She’s surrounded by a chorus, “Buy From Me! Buy From Me!”
The woman faints. Another buyer takes her place near blue tarp patchwork junk dealers selling fake watches, cheap pants, shirts, hats and knickknacks.
Eyes scan colors, fabrics and faces.
A park has baby red roses. A dusty historical statue stares at brackish fountain water. Six Red Dzao women talk with bags and threaded samples spread on the ground.
“Do you want to buy from me?” said one smiling with gold teeth.
“Yes. I want to buy the mountain.” Leo pointed to the rising green western forest, steel gray granite slabs, deep shaded valleys, and gray clouds skimming peaks around high deep edges.
“Ok,” she said. “I will sell you the day mountain for 10,000 and the night mountain for 10,000.”
“Ok. It’s a deal.” They laughed.
Red communist scarfed school kids in uniformed mass hysteria, deprived of sleep stagger uphill to a bright yellow school building where a young boy pounds out a rhythm on a ceremonial drum. Come all yea faithful, joyful and trumpet.
Two big brown dogs fuck on the street in front of the church where tourists gather for a photo shoot.
Local Vietnamese women armed with cameras rented by the day selling images, memories and dreams poke and prod women, husbands, boys and girls into manageable groups for the moment.
The decisive moment they will remember forever.
Memories of their life will be framed on a family alternative votive candle altar near burning incense feeding, appeasing dead hungry ancestral ghosts.
Caught in time.
Frozen alive.
Possible signs of intelligent life in Sapa.
Rumor control reports.
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