While we drive for hours, the window view paints a scene of colours and shapes. Around us, a hundred shades of green, and from mustard yellow, sky blue to green, coloured houses sit like flowers in a field. The price of the land is too high, so narrow houses grow tall, and three meters wide plots try to stretch towards the sky. But a layer of dirt and poverty spreads through the horizon, shading the colours grey and leaving houses unfinished.
Sometimes, large palaces, wide balconies, and ornate walls stand out of the faded streets… Two days ago, the first typhoon of the year arrives: trees, electric cables and banners fell to the ground. The fields are flooded, the streets are wet. Everywhere, people in anoraks are tidying up the damage. The sight is simultaneously beautiful and tearful, but we drive by, following the rhythm of the loud hooting streets
Ninh Binh Village