That day - thirty years ago - I was the "Deputy General" of Professor Phan Truong Thi, the leading geology professor in Vietnam, surveying and searching for granite quarries in Bach Ma. I had to grope along the mountain range and gradually climb to the top, and finally I reached the top of Bach Ma. The path was rough, steep and rocky, with places where I had to climb over tree trunks so big that two people had to hug them and fall across the road, and places where I had to cross torrential waterfalls. While walking, I had to fight against bloodthirsty leeches that could "fly" half a meter away when they smelled a human. There were leeches everywhere. Both hands had to work continuously to "pull off" the bloodthirsty leeches that were clinging to me. Horrifying! I was very familiar with leeches during my days of marching in the forests of Quang Nam , but Professor Thi seemed very confused about how to deal with them, so I had to help pull the leeches that were full of blood and throw them away.
Near the top, in the lush green foliage, we could see the faintly visible abandoned villas and castles, with moss-covered walls, intact foundations, and pillars standing silently beside ancient trees. My teacher and I stood in a daze before each villa that was gradually being swallowed by the green of the grass and trees. I touched and caressed the typical patterns and motifs of French architecture, and my heart felt a little sad, and regret inadvertently crept into me.
We reached the top of the sky. A sea of white clouds swirled around the two of us, the wind played with the clouds, and the birds chirped. Sweat had melted away in the chill of Bach Ma peak. I was fascinated, reaching out my arms to embrace the entire strip of clouds. And strangely enough, I shouted
“AAA…” very loudly as if to confirm that I had climbed to the top of Bach Ma.
After a while of exploring , it was time to go down the mountain. I could not believe that the 15 kilometers down the mountain would be so difficult. A third of the way, the sun's door slammed shut. The teacher and student limped groping in the dark.
The survey trip found some black granite strips of excellent quality. But for various reasons, the project was also stopped.
I kept my promise to myself: I would definitely come back here, the place the French chose as a resort because the climate is not inferior to Da Lat. Surely when I returned to Bach Ma, it had changed a lot?
We were at Bach Ma village where waterfalls flowed from above into clear lakes. Walking around everywhere, flowers were blooming, blooming and swaying in the gentle breeze of the late afternoon, and I suddenly felt my heart light and airy.
It is true that Bach Ma - the green pearl of Hue - has changed a lot. We, the Northerners and the Southerners, gathered to set up tents right at the foot of Bach Ma, sipping wine by the red fire with the fragrant smell of grilled meat. It seemed that there were nearly a hundred tents set up on the green grass, shimmering in the lights and moonlight. Groups of young people set up tents nearby, singing and playing music as if they wanted to wake Bach Ma up. Early the next morning, we were taken by car to the top. The air was cool, white clouds hovered around. The ancient villas were almost revived in their yellow and white lapel shirts, standing out against the green of the grass and trees. From being abandoned, they have now become resort villas. Then there are a few restaurants, restaurants, and water stations that have been newly built.
Not only me, anyone who has come here cannot miss Hai Vong Dai - where you can admire the entire beautiful natural landscape of the forest as well as see Lang Co beach, Canh Duong beach. Of course, you cannot miss Do Quyen waterfall, Bach Ma Five Lakes. To reach Ngu Ho, you have to go through a small narrow road and will know what a jumping leech is - a very interesting experience for those who have not known what a leech is since childhood.
Coming to Bach Ma today, I remember Ba Na in its early days. At that time, Ba Na was not as good as Bach Ma today. The "Hotel" was just a row of level-four houses with corrugated iron doors. At night, bats as big as chickens could fly and bang against the doors, making adults and children cower in fear. The houses for couples were built discreetly under the ravine, also level-four houses... That's it. But now it is the dream of many domestic and international tourist areas. Even though I am not a child of the dreamy land of Hue, I still wish and have a heavy heart for Hue, that Bach Ma will one day soon become a resort with luxury villas not only for Hue but for the whole country, for foreign tourists as well. I have been to resorts of Vinpearl, Sungroup..., but I believe that nothing compares to relaxing in the villas on the top of Bach Ma. Trust me!
Furthermore, open eco-tours and adventure tours with professional guides. Bach Ma is so vast that finding routes for these tours is not difficult. Furthermore, organizing professional bicycle and motorbike races over Bach Ma mountain will attract many Vietnamese and Western men, etc. etc. Building Bach Ma like that will not affect the ecosystem of Bach Ma forest much.
Keep wishing, maybe one day it will come true!
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