Tuesday, November 23, 2010
Buon Ma Thout by Bus
The bus ride was breath-takingly beautiful. Planted coffee fiends and every shade of green, all set in small, but plentiful and steep mountain peaks.
Every spare inch of yard was covered with drying coffee (I think that's what it was). I was passing through these small villages around sun set, which is when every one comes out and wraps them up in the tarps they are spread out on, into perfect neat little bundles.
Once it got dark, however, and I was still on the bus for several hours, I was really ready to be done with it all.