The road to Sam Pun border gate begins From Meo Vac town towards the foot of the majestic Ma Pi Leng pass, there is a turn leading to Sam Pun border gate, from here you still have to go about 50km more winding road according to each mountain. only reached milestone 476, which marks Vietnam’s territorial sovereignty.
Along the Vietnam-China border, yellow mustard flowers grow day and night with sharp cat ears under the golden sun like pouring honey. A peaceful scene appeared. The whole way from Meo Vac town to the border gate is a steep mountain road with many bends in the sleeves, many edges running in the shape of a zigzag M on the mountain.
the change of Sam Pun border gate
Sam Pun border gate is changing more and more with the jagged dirt roads that are no longer there, but instead are smooth asphalted sections. And when coming here, visitors also do not see the images of mud mixed with rocks, and broken bends. However, there are still roads only 1.5m wide, one side is a steep cliff, one side is an abyss, the fan-shaped mountains are full of enchanting adventurers.
The first impression when visitors arrive at Sam Pun border gate
It is a wonderful peace. A rustic, wild, simple space. With clusters of yellow cabbage growing day and night with cat ear stones. And the golden sun like pouring honey shows the strong vitality of the wild flowers that the mother is healthy. Next to the landmark interspersed between the roofs of the people here. Are the colorful mustard flower gardens playing in the wind. At that gate of heaven, the old men are still leisurely, still joyfully welcoming the new days that have come.
Arriving at Sam Pun Border Gate on a summer afternoon, you no longer see the dull gray covering. Go to the mountains of cat ears every winter. Instead, there are bright, vivid colors of sunlight spilling from valley to valley.
Stopping at any place on that road, looking out into the distance, you will see the stage you have passed, to admire the Hmong people who are still swooning on the high rocky cliffs every day. Mountains are high, forever high, but at heaven’s gate, people are higher than mountains. Reaching up as if hugging the sky, gathering clouds, gathering wind in a narrow embrace, that moment was overwhelming.
Source: Collected internet.