How Vietnam transformed into a place of harmonious chaos and serenity

We overnight in a Hmong village hut fragrant with wood smoke, and the next morning come across a lone figure, swathed in a ruby-red blanket, guarding his valuable teak trees (a machete is parked in the crook of a nearby trunk). Women haul slabs of teak …

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