I can say, without a hint of hyperbole, that I took about a squillion pictures down hill-sides and that they just didn't capture what I saw. Above this was Mt. Fansipan (3143m) disappearing into the clouds and below was the river that had carved the valley. Across the river were, as far as the eye could see, terraced fields being tilled by locals, and, every now and then, one could see a lone house or school or village hall. And this is the best picture I could come up with because... wait for it... this one has cows in it. Wow.