Bamboo

In the countryside of the North of Vietnam, we visited a small village specializing in bamboo products like baskets and chopsticks.

 

The village head and his wife served us a delicious lunch in a bamboo grove while their beautiful granddaughter ran around, happy for the company.

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Over tea, the headman answered questions and explained his responsibilities in this Communist country, including thrice-daily communications over pole-mounted loudspeakers in the fields (more than 100 speakers for this community of a couple thousand people).

 

Then he led us on a tour of the village industry,

 

The bamboo trunks are heavy, the tasks laborious.

and joined young men demonstrating how they sawed the bamboo.

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Behind them, the pile of bamboo joints and knobs grew.   I asked our tour guide Vu if I could take one home, and he said yes, they were destined only for burning.  I don’t know if they were to be burned as waste or used for cooking or heating, but I was assured that one piece would not be missed.

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Now that piece of bamboo is a utensil holder on the counter next to my stove.

I see it every day, and remember that wonderful trip where we met industrious people at every turn.

 

 

 

Dates of travel:  January 2012.    Tour: Inside Vietnam

 

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