Ride in Royal Enfield in the Himalayas

I decided to venture to Rishikesh. I had everything ready with a brand new rented 410 cc Royal Enfield Himalayan and the travel insurance but things got messed up. For better or for worse, this trip that was intended to be a journey full of adventure, overcoming and friendship. It would end up being a work trip, with its high doses of all the above.

It began in the chaotic city of New Delhi, the capital of this subcontinent. The first to arrive we went to collect the first mounts and at the end of the hot and suffocating day that the city gave us, we were all in the hostel wishing to go out for a beer and start the trip.

The tour began in Delhi. Leaving the gigantic city would not cost much, as we were lucky that just that day was a holiday and traffic had decreased a lot. On my journey I see there were other motorcycles rented in other locations, but the tours were shorter, simpler. This was a really incredible ride. We crossed two days of many kilometers and heat until we reached Risikesh, where a surprise awaited us. Slowly our first destination, at the foot of the mountain, was approaching.

This small town at the foot of the mountain, 200 km from the source of the sacred river Ganges, is a place of peace in the mountains. A place of pilgrimage of the yogis, the same place where the Beatles years ago went into a trance, where courses are taught in the ashram and people come from all over the world to rest their minds. A city, I remembered from other times, quiet and very picturesque, full of characters taken from other worlds wandering the street. But everything changes and this town in northern India was not going to be less.

Rishikesh turned out to be a place full of people who crossed the two bridges like ants eager to make their way back home. In reality, the peace of this place was broken by a holiday that attracted thousands of people to celebrate both here and in nearby Haridwar. We found a decent hotel where we would spend the night to rest and start doing something that we really wanted. Yes, to see the temples, life and the environment of this town.

Day 1

We advanced 100 kms from Rishikesh, and at 4 PM I realized that I did not have idea what it would be like to ride a motorcycle through this country. On the one hand, are the landscapes. They are huge, immense, and the mountains are flooding one, something I had never seen before. On the other hand, the way of driving is something that I had not seen before either.

The main road is bordering a mountain but the abyss is huge and the edge of stone that stands on the other side too. Suddenly the lane disappears and the buses stop 100 meters behind knowing that the truck is coming to let it pass through the parts where only one car can fit. We went along the Ganges River, going up from Rishikesh to Srinagar.

We stayed in Srinagar in a guest house, ate well and slept with the enthusiasm of the trip we had started together.

Day 2

We got close to a motorcycle with two passengers. Like the thousand motorcycles we saw, these were Sikhs traveling from Punjab to Hemkund Sahib on a pilgrimage. They are thousands of pilgrims. Some ride motorcycles, others drive, and others walk barefoot! We passed them of all types and find mostly men and very few women.

In this route, we find more than anything other than the sikhs with turbans mounted on their bikes. We started going along with a couple with the co-pilot load a huge backpack with clothes between the two people and we passed several times. There I greeted them and they greeted us. We took pictures of them, and we began to walk together.

We proposed a stop and they stopped. I was already admiring them a lot for making this trip with so much faith and devotion to their god. I asked why do they think it is so important to make this trip every year? They say for them it is a good opportunity to escape from the house. Sometimes they get tired of their parents and so they do this.

There we were realizing how this new generation of Sikhs were westernizing slowly too. They wore converse shoes, tight pants, just like the youth in Brooklyn. We continued together and we ended up meeting again an hour later. Suddenly the bike lost all power, all energy, and the accelerator stopped. In few seconds it melted completely.

There were more Sikh bikers and nobody knew how to fix it. It seemed that it did not spark, but it was not the spark plug. Someone said the coil burned. Anyway they pushed for one kilometer, and see nothing. Then one of them shot up to the next town, brought a mechanic and with the mechanic and another motorcycle we were pulled to the next town of Gauchar.

They inform us that this is indeed Coil problem and that the part can only be obtained in Rishikesh. They will ask for it and arrive at night. We stayed in Gauchar. What seemed a delay in our itinerary became a pleasant experience. We went down to the river, half a kilometer from the town.

Crossing it by a suspension bridge we found a hidden little town, where chants from a temple came out. We looked curious and suddenly we were in the middle of a ceremony. Some men welcomed us, took out seats, and slowly others came to say hello. They explained to us that in these days of the year all those who have ever lived in this little town meet and make a ceremony to a goddess.

They brought us food from the ceremony with banana covered in powdered sugar and masala chai. I was very impressed by the hospitality of these people in the midst of so much humility. The houses were built with mud. Each house had a cow or a calf or a goat in front. And anyway they found a divine way, very special to receive the visit.

They brought us the food on a large leaf of a tree similar to a banana leaf. When it got dark we said goodbye promising that when we returned from Mana (last town on the border with Tibet) maybe we would return. Yes, they did not let us leave without photos.

Day 3

We left the next day to Mana. In Mana and the small towns before Mana the view is getting more and more spectacular. During a surprising path through the beautiful landscapes the differences between the ethnic groups that populate the beginning of one of the largest mountain ranges in the world of the Himalayas get apparent.

It is pure Himalayas snowed on the tops! The Himalayas do not care about summer. It does not tickle them. When we got on the bike we put on a jacket, glove, double pants as the cold is getting strong! Mana in many ways similar to the previous town. They are hilly people, very self-sufficient. In the case of Mana, the field is less worked and more dedicated to the tissues. Cars are not allowed.

Reaching this green and leafy valley was a real respite. The valley was a haven of peace, silence and pure air. Quite the opposite of what I had lived during the long days of travel here. Seated at last in a comfortable bed, impeccable white in his quilt, with perfectly painted walls overlooking a mountain of more than 4,000 meters, between deep ravines and brushstrokes of ice and snow, I breathed.

Gone was the worst day so far, a day in which I went from the total enjoyment of the mountain road and my saddle, to the desire to throw in the towel and continue in the company of mine, as planned from the beginning. After dinner after a near perfect day, it consisted of chatting surrounded by friends.

Ride in Royal Enfield in the Himalayas

Day 4

After the reflection day under my helmet, once I was sitting on that immaculate bed, I breathed again. I decided to relativize as I have done so many times in my travels, in my life and I decided to continue having a good time, my partner and my friends.

I looked out the window while the rest of the team began to climb to the balcony that gave that small and new house-hotel, facing a deep valley full of life. A huge cow accompanied by a curly antler curled up a narrow side road to the main street, and they seemed inseparable. Surely they lived together since they were born, sleeping leg to leg in the same narrow barn.

Some women smiled shyly as we exchanged glances from their wooden windows. The sun was beginning to fall and the noise of the glass bottles full of fresh beer and the voices of my friends, made me leave that trance and return to reality. Upon returning from Mana we decided to return to the neighboring town of Gauchar and fulfill the promise.

We brought them dessert for the ceremony and the village children were delighted that we returned. They take us on a tour of the town. With all the attention given to us by adults and teenagers, we reject invitation to eat in town houses. The food was after the dance and it would have been midnight on the other side of the river. We return to Gauchar, rest and prepare for the return to Rishikesh.

Travel to Faroe Islands - The Kingdom of Thor

The Faroe Islands are in the North Atlantic, between Iceland and Norway. The Faroe Islands are an autonomous country of Denmark, although they are not part of the European Union. The Faroe Islands have a high degree of self-government. They even have a football team recognized by UEFA.

I had this trip in mind for some time. Just a year ago I discovered these wonderful islands, unknown to most people. Faroe is a perfect destination for nature lovers, with one of the most amazing landscapes of the entire Earth.

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Our trip to the Faroe Islands started early morning. We had to take a flight at 6:15 from the Copenhagen airport, where we were spending the previous two days. The nerves were on the surface, because we could not wait to reach this unknown destination.

The taxi from our hostel to the airport went smoothly. Our flight was chartered by the company belonging to the government of the Faroe Islands. The service of the crew was exquisite. The flight ran without a jolt, but on landing our morale came a little down, as a dense fog covered the islands.

As soon as we landed we were struck by the fact that most of the passengers, who were Faroese, gathered a large amount of alcohol. And the saying goes, wherever you go do what you saw, so we take a pack of local beer.

Our next destination would be Midvagur, a small town where the car rental company we had chosen for our adventure through these North Atlantic islands was located. The company offered us the most competitive price, in addition to including all-risk insurance. It is highly recommended in these parts because you can easily find on the Internet stories of tourists who destroy their vehicles in tunnels in panic.

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Once on the car, we set off for Sorvagsvatn Lake, which for many is the most beautiful place in the Faroe Islands. This place is known worldwide because here you can find a lake on the ocean, just as you hear it. To get to this magical site we had to perform a journey of an hour and a half one way.

When we parked thae vehicle at the beginning of the trail, we were able to make sure that we were the only visitors that the lake would have that day. However, the beginning could not be more discouraging, because the fog deprived us of being able to enjoy the wonderful landscape.

The road was very simple, not requiring to have a great physical form to achieve it. Finally we reach one of the most magical spots, the Traelanipa cliff, which in the Faroese language means mountain of slaves. The legend says that this was the place used by the Vikings to get away from the poor slaves who were no longer useful. Faroese is a language closer to Icelandic than Danish.

After that we continue ascending the cliff. As if it were a Steven Spielberg film, the fog disappeared, allowing the sun to illuminate the reason that moved us to make this trip. We see how Lake Sorvagsvatn floated on the ocean. The nervous laughter was present before the magnitude of the beauty that appeared before our eyes, nothing more nor less than a lake on the ocean!

Travel to Faroe Islands - The Kingdom of Thor

At this magical moment I could enjoy it with the friends who accompanied me. Of course it will be a memory that I will keep in my memories for the rest of my life. Once we recovered our breath, we climbed the ascended path until we reached a rocky area. From there we could see the Bosdalafossur waterfall, where the lake empties into the sea.

We are on our way to pick up the car and get going to our next destination, the Vestmanna cliffs. From the parking we could see the wonderful Trollkonufingur, or what the same, the finger of the Troll woman.

The journey by car barely lasts 40 minutes, more than enough time to cross a tunnel under the Atlantic Ocean. Faroe is folded from Eurotunnel on a small scale. It is impressive to see the great slope of these tunnels.

When we arrived at Vestmanna the sky became overcast, although lucky it was not raining. In Vestmanna we would take a small boat for an excursion of about 3 hours, which would take us to the cliffs located north of the main island, Streymoy.

Travel to Faroe Islands - The Kingdom of Thor

The cliffs we could see stole our breath. We had the feeling of being starring in the Jurassic Park movie. In addition to skirting the coast, the small boat was introduced between small nooks and crannies of the cliffs.

Once back in the port, we set off for our last destination of the day, the small town of Saksun. During the journey we found a couple of vehicles that almost took us out of the small road. The trip to the village lasted one hour.

Again Saksun was presented as an exclusive gift, because we were the only tourists who came there. Saksun is a dream town, where we could take amazing photographs. Finally we arrived at Torshavn, the capital of the Faroe Islands, where our apartment was located. Our time of arrival was 23:00, being completely tired, because we had not rested since we woke up at 03:00 in Copenhagen.

But the surprises did not end here. In the Faroe Islands during most of the year the sun practically does not set. During our trip, it only took place at night from 2:00 to 4:00.

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Murukku - A Wonderful Indian Snack

Murukku is a popular Indian salty snack in the southern states of India. People combine flour from rice and black beans flour to form a paste. In the form of pasta, it is cooked in a spiral or wheel shape and then fried in oil. Murukku is seasoned with chili, cumin and onion powder. It is a staple of most households in South India and is also widely available for sale from roadside sellers throughout India. Some commercial producers have also started marketing the snack, both in India and in Europe and North America.

India's culinary culture offers a wide variety of appetizers and appetizer-type dishes. Salty snacks, such as Murukku, are known as chaat. Easy to make and easy to carry, Murukku is associated with the Deepavali or Diwali festival. Deepavali is a festival of lights that takes place every year in the Autumn. Diwali is above all, a time for families to come together. The exchange of appetizers and desserts is a big part of the celebrations.

Most Indians eat Murukku throughout the year, not only during the festival period. Families tend to have favorite ways to prepare the snack, which is often served with tea. It is also offered to children and visitors. The ingredients may vary a bit, but the shape usually is spiral that is one of the most characteristic of this chaat.

Murukku typically includes rice flour, black beans known as ur flour, butter, water, salt and other seasonings. These slow roasted rice and bean flours are then ground into a powder. This can be very time intensive, and therefore many chefs buy pre-ground flour. All the ingredients are combined in a doughy mass.

The first versions of the snack are rolled apart, for the first time in long snake shapes and then in flat spirals. Modern chefs often use molds or presses. The finished products are fried, usually in coconut oil until crispy.

Any variation is almost endless. Many cooks add green lentils or other beans for an appetizer, bringing it more in line with the traditional vegetable dishes. Chopped vegetables, especially peppers and chili peppers are also used. The finished products can also be sprinkled with sesame seeds or coarse salt immediately after being removed from the oil.

Murukku is appetizers loved by Indians from all over the world. The indigenous communities of the United States, Canada, and throughout Europe have introduced the morsel to a very diverse group of people. In some areas, especially in the United Kingdom, Murukku products are often sold commercially along with chips and other processed snacks. Most consumers in the UK know fresh and elaborate forms of snack like Chakli. Chakli is the Gujarati word for Murukku.

The Pleasure of Apple Strudel in Austria

Beyond its classical music and its brilliant architectural heritage, Austria is known all over the world for its sweets. One of the highlights of my trip to Vienna is when one afternoon we went to have a snack at one of the most famous cafes in the city. Among its exquisite desserts was, of course, the strudel or apfelstrudel, also known as apple strudel. It is a delicious puff pie that perfectly combines apples, spices, and nuts. It is enclosed between layers and layers of a thin puff pastry that has become popular in several countries.

Today we were not in a hurry so we got up at 08:30 to go to breakfast quietly. I was quite hungry and I filled the plate three times with scrambled eggs, sausages, cheese, toast, and coffee of course. At 09:30 we were on our way to Wenceslas Square to cross the road to the famous Prague Castle.

We practically spent every day around here as it is the gateway to the center of Prague. We did not pay much attention where we crossed because we would have plenty of time to enjoy these streets later. We approach the Castle where we find people swarming in the area.

The Prague Castle stands imposing from the quarter of Malá Strana (old city) seen from any part of the city. In itself, it is a small municipality where there are several churches, palaces, the cathedral, and small streets. To be able to visit it, you have to buy different tickets. We bought a package that gave us access to the San Vito cathedral, the convent and the Basilica of San Jorge, the royal palace, and the golden alley.

The golden alley is one of the attractions that attract more tourists to this complex. It is a small and narrow street and not excessively long but it has the charm as there are houses of such a small size that sometimes you wonder how people could live there. In it lived the famous writer Franz Kafka. Now it is a store of souvenirs and gifts related to his figure.

Many of the houses in this golden alley are dedicated to the sale of typical Czech souvenirs and crafts and others have been reconstructed and tried to represent the lives of the people who lived there. There was one person who worked or liked the cinema and the house are full of posters and films, especially silent movies.

Another was a seamstress and what was inside was sewing tools, a sewing machine, a small room and the kitchenette. Another impressive area is the squares that we find in this area of ​​Prague. This is the back of the San Vito cathedral. It's funny because contrary to what we are used to, the main façade is on the side where the famous golden gate is located. In it is also a statue of St. George. The interior is quite impressive for its arches. And the windows enchanted us.

Leaving one of the sides of Prague Castle, we visit the church of Loreto. Here there is supposed to be a reproduction of the original house of the Virgin Mary. We found the door closed because they closed from 1:00 pm to 1:45 pm. But we were not willing to wait that long time there in the sun with nothing more to see or visit around.

We decided to go down from Prague Castle and discovered a restaurant with a patio in which we are very comfortable. With the beers, we ordered a dish that was spectacular. It was the smoked apple with roasted ham and mashed potatoes. To continue I continue with the fondness for the Czech Goulash and Svíčková.

To finish we cannot fail to mention the delicious apple strudel. We did not find it expensive. Especially because of how relaxed we were. I said to myself, if they do not do well here, they will not do it anywhere. And just in case I asked for it. I have to admit that I had never eaten before. It is not a sweet that is usually found easily in these lands, so I did not have anything to compare it.

To all this, do you know that the apple pie is native to the Czech Republic and not to Austria? The issue is that some Czech women brought this delight to Austria and in the end, the Austrians took it away. After the conquest of Byzantium in 1453, they acquired the recipe we know today in the area of ​​the former Austro-Hungarian Empire. It has its origins in the time of the monarchy of the Danube and was intended to be a simple and tasty meal for the poor.

In 1696, the strudel was mentioned for the first time in writing. It is now a dessert typical of Austria and the southern part of Germany, whose origins go back to the Byzantine era. Its origin is probably the Turkish Baklava, whose influence reached the Austro-Hungarian Empire with various invasions. So, you know that in reality, the apple pie is Czech. Oh! And the pieces of apple go inside, not outside like we do. The apples that are used to make the compote must have a good aroma and a slightly acid touch. They are also prepared with plums, apricots, cherries and dried fruits.

It was delicious, of course. Although I do not know if it was influenced by the fact of being on vacation in another country, that things taste better. I do not know why.

When we returned to our route we went in the old city to the church of San Nicolas that I liked especially for its late baroque style. It has a lot of details where to stand and in its spectacular organ that Mozart played.

Nerudova street is very close, you can not miss it. It has a medieval charm that attracts you. As earlier the streets had no number the neighbors of this neighborhood decided that the best way for people to find their home was to draw or add to the façade something that would distinguish them. They decided to use their emblem of two suns, a man on horseback, a swan, etc.

As it rained a lot, we were not prepared for so much water and we went into a small cafeteria. We look for the bridge of San Carlos to cross to the New City (Nové Mesto). We got a huge disappointment. The fame of this bridge had made us imagine that the sculptures that are on its sides would be spectacular. But we find them totally black. The details are not distinguished that the artists who carved them designed.

We thought that they would be more careful, basically because the bridge is one of the great attractions of this city. Obviously, we cannot deny that it is very charming to cross this bridge in either direction and see the Prague Castle or Nove Mesto from it. It is a must-see in the city.

Another street that is a 'must' is Karlova. We find a couple of theaters where the famous Czech black theater was there. If you are interested in seeing it remember to bring cash. So we were disappointed to see that day because we had not enough left over. We ended up in the Old Square, watching a game on a mega-screen that had been installed for the Euro Cup.

When we got tired we went to the hotel, looking for a brewery that I had read that was well considered. We started with a tasting round of 8 beers. The glasses were small. We went back to eat typical Czech dishes of the famous flour dumplings with a white sauce and rice.

The anecdote of the dinner was that we were seated at a table shared with a man who ate alone. We greeted each other and observed that he was tasting 4 beers. After a while, they served him a soup and since he had run out of beer he ordered one of the big ones of half a liter. This is where we stay looking. He looks at us, smiles and asks for another beer.

From time to time he would lean back as he ate and breathe slowly as if leaving a hole in his belly and the uncle continued. It was not very big in size but it looked like it was going in. We are left with the desire to know if it ended or not because we left and the man was still there. From the restaurant, we went to rest and we still had several days left in this wonderful city.

Dal Bati Churma Recipe

Of all the dishes of Rajasthan, dal bati churma is perhaps the best known. As you travel from one part of the state to another, you will find that each region has something unique, which reflects on the food as well. Rajasthani cuisine is mainly vegetarian and offers a fabulous variety of delicious dishes. The spice content is quite high in comparison to other Indian cuisines, but the food is absolutely delicious. People use butter to cook most dishes, and is well known for its spicy curry and delicious sweets.

There is a huge variety of sweets, which is enjoyed and savored by all. The cooking style followed is based on the natural climatic conditions of this desert land. There is a shortage of fresh green water and vegetables, which has an adverse impact on it being cooked. In the desert belts, people prefer to use milk, and butter in large quantities to minimize the amount of water while cooking food.

Dal Baati Churma Recipe made at most of the celebrations and festivals is a popular one-dish comprising dal and baati, which are fried or baked hard wheat flour rolls and is popular in Hadoti region in Rajasthan and Malwa region in Madhya Pradesh in India, where many villages still rely on earthen ovens. Daal-Baati is a dish consisting of Baati which are balls of durum wheat all traditionally roasted over the wood-fired oven until it hardens on the outside, but a bit spongy in the middle and are eaten with a cross soup lentil, which is very popular throughout India called Dal.

Churma is the quintessentially a sweet usually served with baatis and dal. It is thick wheat crushed and cooked with buffalo butter and sugar or brown sugar. It is delicious and deliciously rich in flavor that will leave you baffled as to how you only have three ingredients to make it. Churma is basically prepared by boiling in a pressure cooker using panchkuti dal, which tastes awesome with the baati. Toor dal is used to make dal, a vegetarian favorite that can be served with sweet churma and wheat flour bati.

The dal is a dish of India based on lentils this is, in fact, the name used in that country to indicate the classical legume and is usually followed by a symbol that specifies the type used to prepare it, as in India if they are numerous varieties. One for all, the white dal, a type of white lentils, not dark like the ones we are used to eating. There are also dark ones, of course, and we may well use them to prepare the dish, especially for the first time, but it is good to know that the varieties clearer, although not necessarily white, are the most suited for the realization.

The dal is a preparation based Indian lentils which are usually served as a soup or denser version along with other vegetables and rice. If you consider that India is a vast sub-continent, where there are approximately 60 different varieties of lentils, not to mention the number of spices, you will understand that there are countless versions.

This is a highly personal reworking of the endless variations that I found and I quote this in my diary because I particularly liked. This can serve as a side dish but would be fine as an appetizer or, in the version a bit more liquid as an excellent soup, hot and aromatic for chilly evenings, with two slices of good bread.

Dal Bati Churma Recipe

Preparation Time: 60 mins
Cooking time: 60 mins
Servings: 5 servings
Calories per serving: 350 calories per 100 gms


250 grams whole wheat flour
120 grams semolina wheat
260-gram butter
1 pinch of cardamom
6 almonds
4 pistachios
75 grams powdered sugar
50 grams chickpea
50-gram split peas
50-gram lentils
20-gram black bean
3 cloves
2 bay leaves
1 teaspoon seed cumin
2 fresh chili
1 pinch asafoetida
2 teaspoon amchur (dried mango powder)
2 tbsp tamarind
2 teaspoon chili powder
1 teaspoon ground coriander
1 pinch turmeric
1/2 teaspoon garam masala

Recipe Method

Cut the butter into cubes and melt it in a saucepan over low heat without stirring. Once the butter has melted, remove the white foam that has formed on the surface. Delicately pour it into another container (the milk must remain at the bottom of the pan). You finally get a clarified butter, which has the advantage of withstanding higher temperatures (180 ° C).

To prepare the churma, in a bowl, mix half of the whole wheat flour, semolina and ghee. Add enough water to form a homogeneous and firm dough ball. Divide the dough into equal sized balls and flatten the shape of thick disks. Squeeze the center of each with your thumb.

Add clarified butter over medium heat, until the pastry is golden brown on both sides and cooked in the center. Cool. Break the dough into small pieces, before the mix into coarse crumbs. Add powdered sugar, cardamom, and crushed almonds and pistachios.

For Baati, mix the remaining half of the flour with semolina and ghee. Add water until smooth. Knead 5 minutes. Divide the dough into balls of equal size. Flatten them slightly and form a borrow in the center with your thumb, as before. Bring a large pot of water and let them poach baatis for 15 minutes. Then drain.

Preheat oven to 200 ° C. Arrange the baatis on a plate, brush with clarified butter and bake until golden. Wash dried vegetables, pour them into a pressure cooker and cover generously with water. Bring to a boil then let cook 20 minutes after the whistling of the valve. Mix chili powder, coriander, turmeric, and masala. Add a little water to form a thick paste.

Heat the clarified butter and throw in the cloves, bay leaf, cumin, chilies and asafoetida. Add the spice paste and mix well. Incorporate then cooked dried vegetables, a pinch of salt, tamarind, and amchur. Boil for 10 minutes. Add a little water if necessary. Serve hot with daal baatis and churma.

The Statue of a Wild Chicken in Vietnam

What makes the statue of a giant chicken important in a small town in Vietnam? You also ask us, so we have set out to inform you about it so that we can bring this curious story today. We go to Vietnam today to visit Lang Dinh An, a small town also known as Chicken Village in the travel guides. At first, Lang Dinh is a normal, ordinary town, without any charm. The vision changes when we meet the giant chicken.

To know the reason, we have to keep in mind the tradition. In this place, it is the woman who leads the house and who must pay a dowry to her future husband before marrying. Years ago this dowry consisted of 20 sharons (a typical garment) woven by hand and the spurs of a wild chicken that lived in the mountains. From this point, the legend comes into play.

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According to the story, on one occasion a girl went to the mountain to capture the wild chicken. She never returned, and a few days later she was found dead in the forest. Because of the anger they felt, the girl's family sent the boyfriend to look for the chicken and finish the work that she had left halfway, but fate wanted him to die too.

From that moment, the custom of providing the spurs of a wild chicken as dowry was suppressed. It was then that the statue of the giant chicken that we found in Lang Dinh An was raised, in memory of the couple who could not get to marry.