When I was buying a few handmade little things from the Lisu Hilltribe woman in the picture below I was struck by how far from her village she was sitting right in the middle of Tapae Gate. She was a tiny tiny little woman, toothless with the red gums and lips of the Betal Nut chewer. She was very dirty and her tribal clothes were old. Her grimy old hands plaited coloured straws in to bracelets that she sold for 50 cents. Goodness knows how she is living here in the city.
There are many tribal people here mainly AKKA and Hmong but they have communities and regularly sell on the streets and markets and then all go home together. There were only 2 of these tiny little women trudging the streets, clearly all alone. How resiliant they are. She spoke a few words to the man who pulled up beside her on his very decorated bike all ready to play his guitar. Street life here is
anything but boring:)
There are many tribal people here mainly AKKA and Hmong but they have communities and regularly sell on the streets and markets and then all go home together. There were only 2 of these tiny little women trudging the streets, clearly all alone. How resiliant they are. She spoke a few words to the man who pulled up beside her on his very decorated bike all ready to play his guitar. Street life here is
anything but boring:)
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