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Shopping
in the Mountains of Vietnam:
Not
Your Average Shopping Tour
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article
by Alexis Silver
photos by Alexis Silver
and
Paul Campbell
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before had I haggled with such tenacity, negotiated such tough terms and
been simultaneously charmed, manipulated and endeared by a business opponent,
and it was all with a 10 year old Vietnamese girl in the mountains bordering
China. I spent one week bargaining with the world’s fiercest
saleswomen and they were all under four feet tall. The children of
the tribal villages in SaPa, a northern Vietnamese district bordering China,
have the option to go to school but many, particularly girls, do not see
the need. Marketing their local crafts at the weekly markets in the
central village has taught these children sales tactics that would shame
the most successful New York brokers and surprising language skills that
make you question the efficacy of your high school foreign language class.
After journeying 12 hours on a train
that threatened to derail at least 20 times, and warding off intruding
arms and grabbing hands at stops along the way, we finally arrived in the
mountains of Vietnam. Suddenly, we were crowded by elaborately costumed
children wanting nothing more than our names. Their sales tactics
have become a mastered art; all of the little girls remembered our foreign
sounding names when we reemerged later in the afternoon and they each slowly
manipulated and assessed our personalities before moving in and pouncing
on their newly made friends with bags of glorious hand crafted souvenirs.
If at first their attempts were rebuffed, they did not become discouraged
at all. They knew that we were delicate prey and that we would be
moving into their territory soon enough. We had a week of trekking
ahead of us, and they had nothing but time.
The conditions clearly favored the
girls. Although their feet were poorly protected if covered at all,
they were able to move with agility over the familiar paths that felt and
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Alexis
Silver is an experienced traveler and aspiring freelance writer.
She taught English in Tokyo for one year, studied and lived in Nepal for
four months, and has traveled extensively throughout much of South East
Asia. In Tokyo, she published one article about sexual harassment
on trains in the leading English entertainment magazine, The Tokyo Classified.
She is currently living in New Jersey and planning her next adventure.
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like mudslides than hiking trails to
the mere traveler. Quickly, they had surrounded us with vibrant pillow
cases, bracelets, hats and bags. They were relentless. By mid
afternoon, they had worn us down so we led them into one of the village
schools where they quickly established an aggressive shop. Though
permissible, browsing without the intent to purchase was not encouraged.
| They closed in on us. “You
think that one beautiful? This one beautiful too!” “No, this
is the most beautiful!” Recall, these girls have never taken an English
class in their lives. Their parents do not understand them when they
speak this language. Finally, we succumb to their pressures.
We are ready to buy. A seasoned traveler of Southeast Asia, I pride
myself on my distinguished bargaining skills. With the girls of the
Black Hmong hilltribe, however, you purchase on their terms or not at all.
I offered a fair price. They did not accept. The difference
was not a great deal and I would have paid their final asking price, but
I simply did not have the small bills and they did not have the exorbitant
amount of change I required (the equivalent of about $5.00).
We tried a bartering system.
“Okay, 50,000 dong and a cookie.” It was time for a conference.
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more vocal of the two responded resolutely,
“No.” We tried again, this time with two cookies. “I don’t
like cookies,” she informed us. Her friend smiled mischievously and
whispered to her, “I do.” But alas, the stronger prevailed.
We waved them goodbye as we entered the village where we were staying for
the night. Angrily they taunted us. We had proven more difficult
than their usual targets, but we were naïve to think that they had
given up so easily.
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and were eating outside of the house where we had spent the night when
suddenly we saw some familiar faces peering in at us. The villages
are not big and white faces are still a bit of an anomaly. We were
easy to locate. Finally, we struck a deal, but I had to go through
the mother. I purchased two pillow cases and managed to somehow find
some smaller bills to increase my buying price in small increments.
Because the mother of the girls only had minimal change as well, I had
to purchase a necklace along with two pillow cases in order to get a fair
exchange for my money.
Finally, the girls had gone from
hungry saleswomen to jovial local tour guides. In appreciation for
my purchase, they gave me a friendship bracelet and hiked with me along
the path to the next village. They were happy to practice their English,
and I was grateful for the company. I will always remember them as
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Where, When,
Why and How to go
The best and really the only way
to hike around the villages in SaPa is with a local guide, but chose wisely!
I recommend starting from Hanoi and booking a tour. Make sure you
get full details about the number of people on your trip and the lodging
along the way. It is best to go in groups of four or less to avoid
being too disruptive to village life. Good companies located in the
Old Quarter of Hanoi are: Handspun and Fansipan, but always ask other travelers
for their recommendations as they are the best informed on up-to-the-minute
information.
Unless you enjoy rain and mud, I
suggest avoiding late summer and fall when the rainy season transforms
the trekking paths into low budget slip-and-slides. Of course, that
is precisely when I went, and the conditions made for some very funny stories.
Never before had I seen white laundry so quickly compromised. The
best months to venture into the northern highlands are late October to
mid
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Check the forecast before you venture into the mountains as hiking in mud
is infinitely more difficult and less efficient than stepping on dry land.
Regardless of when you go, bring a poncho big enough to cover both you
and your pack. It gets cold at night and wet clothes can make even
the most hardened trekker a bit cranky.
If you head up to SaPa on your own,
take the train to Lao Cai and then a bus to SaPa. Most guesthouses
can arrange guided tours beginning in SaPa. Tours can last anywhere
from one day to one week or perhaps longer if you make your own arrangements
and are willing to pay a little extra money. Once in the villages,
you will stay with families in houses that they have equipped to one degree
or another to accommodate guests. Generally I found the blankets
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Once you arrive you will find yourself
surrounded by glorious mountains, lush rice paddies and some of the friendliest
faces you will ever see. Remember to bring a lot of small change
and prepare yourselves for some intense but buoyant business transactions..
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