Angkhang (V)- Into the heart of the minority II

The unspoilt primitive environment offers a good many photography opportunities quite unlike anything I've ever seen. Coupled with its inhabitants, it's just pure magic at the last hour of sunlight.

The setting sun presented very strong backlit conditions adding that extra strength to an otherwise mundane frame of a cherry blossom by a white house in the distance.

Simplicity is an understatement in this town. Poverty is the truth. The houses were mostly built along the periphery of the highway that was etched into the side of the mountain, creating a very perilious situation for any modern man who could jolly well take a mis-step and topple over. Yet for these folks, danger was part of their life and I didn't see any worries in their eyes at all. Kids fell, w/o uttering a cry. They simply picked themselved up and carried on.

Once illegal immigrants from China, they were offered land and food by the gracious king of Thailand to settledown. Their livelihood is very much dependant on fruit crops like peach trees, which are omni-present. Everyday, working young adults will trek to their workplace in town which is easily a good few kilometres away and return by dusk.



Perhaps it's nearing the Lunar new year, most of the kids were dressed up in auspicious red. This was one of them.



And of course, some kids just can't come out to play while for others, they are simply mummy's boy.



The sun took a dip and back I went.