Viet Nam News
A group of trekking enthusiasts, guided by native highlanders, face mental and physical challenges on the way to the top of a mountain, but feel liberated as they stand in a sea of clouds. Cao Hương recounts the experience.
A De is a porter with the heart of a poet.
“When you get to the top of the mountain, immerse yourself in the sea of white clouds and inhale deeply, and you’ll get the scent of the forest,” he tells us as we trek to our destination.
“It is fresh and stimulating, very comforting and soothing,” he adds.
Our destination is the top of the Nhìu Cồ San Mountain, and A De, a resident of the eponymous hamlet located at its foot, is helping us get there.
We are a group of people in our late twenties from different places in the lowlands who share a passion for trekking.
When we got together a couple of years ago, we looked to conquer the highest mountains in the country, and we trekked more than once to the top of Fan Si Pan, Puta leng and Bạch Mộc Lương Tử, the top, 3rd and 4th tallest heights in the country.
Once we got done with challenging heights, our attention turned to an in-depth appreciation and experience of the scenes on top of the mountains. This year, it has been good to focus on cloud hunting, which has been the talk of the town. Many people have written about it on travel forums and blogs, and the names mentioned most often are Tà Xùa, Lảo Thẩn and Nhìu Cồ San.
Nhìu Cồ San stands 2,966m above sea level and is located in the Hoàng Liên Sơn Mountain Range that runs from Lai Châu to Lào Cai province. The top of the mountains in the range are in Lào Cai’s Bát Xát District and Lai Châu’s Phong Thổ District. If your departing point is in Lào Cai, you can start trekking to the top from one of three villages: Sàng Ma Sáo, Dền Sáng or Y Tý.
Lo and behold: On top of the Nhìu Cồ San Mountain. — VNS Photo Đinh Xuân Đại
After an online discussion our group decided to depart on the more difficult trekking route from Trà Phà hamlet in Dền Sáng. The time scheduled was two days and a night.
We were well equipped for the trip with trekking gear, including our clothes, sleeping bags, some heat pads, snacks and last but not least, a bag full of ginger candies.
The mercury dropped to under 10 degrees Celsius that weekend, but for us, the harsher weather and bigger challenges only added excitement to the trip.
We’d wanted challenge, and we got it. The trip was tough from the very first leg onwards.
From Mường Hum Village to Dền Sáng, many slopes and sharp zig-zag turns were not easy to navigate for motorbike riders from the lowland. From Dền Sáng to Trà Phà hamlet, things got even more difficult. It was all dirt roads with big stones scattered all over.
We got to Trà Phà in two hours. We had travelled all of seven kilometres! But we were in a very different world. The air in Trà Phà was quite chilly under the shade of rich trees. Further out, houses on stilts stood on beds of yellow flowers.
I asked A Hờ, elder brother of A De and also the first ethnic Mông man in Y Tý to offer his home for homestay guests, why the mountain was called Nhìu Cồ San.
“It means buffalo horns,” A Hờ said. “On clear days, you can see the mountains tops bends towards each other like a pair of horns. And if you get to the top, the edges of mountain surge up from a sea of clouds, just like horn.”
Making friends: Mountain goats on the path. — VNS Photo Cao Hương
We left Trà Phà behind and started walking uphill. The path got more difficult steadily. Getting across many little springs without getting our shoes wet was part of the challenge.
However, it was when we got to the large primary forest that the trek really began. The slopes were steep and tough to tackle. But the higher we got the temperature dropped further, and the air felt fresher.
The primary forest was full of untouched wild flowers and ferns and the view so inviting that we felt like setting up camp there. But we had a long way to go.
There was a surprise in store on this path. We walked under the yellow and red shades of maple trees that I had not known existed in Việt Nam.
As we trekked deeper into the jungle, we stepped on a carpet of red maple leaves and all we heard were the soft sounds of our steps. The fog started to get thicker, slowly wrapping the bushes ahead of us. The temperature dropped even further. We felt the cold searing through our warm clothes, biting into our bones.
But our spirits were lifted with stories narrated by A Hờ and we learnt more about how hard a porter’s job from A De.
A porter’s load
Unlike a trekker, who’s motivated by the pleasure of climbing, a porter’s focus, even as he carries the heavy stuff, is on the roads that he knows best after going back and forth many times, on making sure the visitors get to their destination. The trekkers’ achievement and joy is also the happiness of the porter. And he almost never gets to tell his stories.
As the temperature dropped to below 10 degrees, I suggested aloud that trekking in cold weather was less difficult than in hot weather. But it seemed that I had spoken too soon; the higher we went, the chest ached and gasped. As if to pay me for the pains, the soothing sight of beautiful dried flowers adorned by clear, tiny dew drops presented itself.
We all felt that we were lost in a fairytale land, with the old trees, covered with white lichens and green moss cloaked in thick fog. The clinging vines and climbers and dead branches exuded an eerie feel and a cold touch.
After a quick lunch of power bar snacks and some breadsticks, we kept going. As the sun started to go down, we were at 2,400m above sea level. The clouds turned golden. A De found a flat piece of land where we could camp overnight. All of us got busy, erecting the tents, starting a fire and preparing dinner. We’d reached the half-way point in our latest journey.
It is a feeling that we carried with us as we returned, and one that would surely propel us to the top of another mountain. — VNS