We were in Sa Pa and went over to Bac Ha for a tour of the Sunday Market. It was too short, especially as it was curtailed for a side trip to a so-called corn-alcohol making farm. I couldn't give a hoot about corn alcohol, but off I had to go on the bus. Then afterwards, we trailed down through the fields and yards back to the bus on the main road. The 'factory' was not in production, and the paddies, were, well, paddies. There seemed to be a couple on the bus who were officials of some sort. They followed around and spoke with all the householders, including this woman. What they were ascertaining was never clear, but it felt a bit like a side-show, except for the dog which threatened to rip our arms off when we skirted the property. He was the only thing not under careful control. The interior of this building was bare clay with cracks which showed the process of drying. It didn't seem lived in - no pots, fireplace, nor strings of drying clothes. Maybe I missed the signs.