A big scrum had formed in the mud. The contest? Not a Six Nations or trans-Tasman battle. Instead, the disagreement at Thanh Toan market in Central Vietnam was about who would bring home the bacon.More Vietnam:
The combatants were two little woman dressed in conical non la hats and silk pyjamas who were pulling and pushing each other and shouting at the tops of their voices. As the scrum tried to ease them apart, they would grapple, dragging the circle back together.
Well out of the way, a muddy motorbike rested on its stand. And wrapped up in chicken wire on the back, six piglets snorted and panted while the price of pork caused a commotion. Business was smoother for a woman who was doing a roaring trade selling little yellow ducklings which she piled into plastic bags.
I felt a sorry for the confused balls of fluff but knew they had a longer life expectancy than an eel that was splashing about in a saucepan lid.
A roofed stone and wood bridge built in 1776 is the only way for the villagers of Thanh Toan to cross the River Vida, which separates their temple from the market. Just over the bridge, the diminutive Mrs Hua maintains the folk museum where she shows visitors the traditions of the farming village.
But she broke into a robust folk song, voice rising and falling, and I was swept up by the energy of the 75-year-old as she danced between a pedal-operated irrigating machine and a palm cradle where she then pretended to sing a blonde doll to sleep with a more wistful tune.
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