At the end of the afternoon, we have been invited by villagers and went to their traditionnal house. Inside, it was quite dark, our feet adapts to the uneven ground in dirt floor. The entire house is made with wood material, instead of the roof made by tiles. After a steep and narrow staircase, we reached the first floor and we can felt the wooden floor moving under our feet and heard creaking sounds. The house seems to be living. I passed by a corridor, with wide frames giving an overview of the village, before sitting in their living area. After some talks, they started to play music with hand made instruments and sing in their own dialect. Indeed, they are belonging to the Dong ethnic minority. They learnt music with their parents and grand parents, and the art of those traditional songs and the know-how to build those instruments is teached from generation to generation. It was already dark outside, we shared some food and they set up a fire in the middle of the living room. Happy faces illuminated the space. It was time to come back home, we felt tired by the trip but light hearted by this authentic and amazing experience.