Don't think so, we are talking straight from the regions like afghan, Nepalese, wild Thai, Kathmandu and Swazi gold and many more
"This landrace strain from Vietnam has been known to grown over 20 feet tall in the right conditions outdoors. This strain is ideal for outdoor growing, but shows no problems in a sea of green environment indoors if grown correctly. Being the 100% Sativa that it is, Vietnamese Dalat takes about 22 - 24 weeks to fully mature. This plant needs room to grow. It has been known to have 11 cola sites or more. The yields are relatively large with big colas. Some GI's from the Vietnam War were smart enough to bring this exotic strain back to the U.S. with them.
I want to grow that!HEART OF DANKNESS
A Pot Crop Lives Now
by Dr. Dalat
august 2005
The story of a war-veteran helicopter pilot who never got higher than when he smoked the fabled Vietnamese strains while in country. Decades later, he seeks out these same plants to grow for himself at home and to smoke through his retirement.
Story & photos by Dr. Dalat
Thirty-two years ago, I was a 20-year-old fresh-faced and very naive young man sent to Southeast Asia by the US governmentcaught up, like so many of my generation, in the wide, sweeping net of the final military draft of the last century and sent to fight the war in Vietnam. As a helicopter pilot, I flew all over the central highlands of that country, circa 1969-71, and experienced much of the worst that man has to offer his fellow man, but also plenty of the best. One of my most remarkable memories was discovering a plantation of 30-foot-tall cannabis sativa trees in a very isolated province called Dalat.
Dalat at that time was way off the beaten path. Nestled between two mountain ranges at an altitude of around 4,500 feet and really only accessible from the air (I had a distinct advantage because of my air mobility), the region was rumored amongst the grunts to be the birthplace of Ho Chi Minh, North Vietnams spiritual and political leader, and therefore off limits to the enemy Viet Cong. The truth of the matter was, of course, quite different. In reality, the VC used Dalat for R&R (rest and relaxation) for their troops and therefore, quite wisely, refrained from initiating any action in and around the province. In effect, both sides considered it an unofficial no-fire zone.
While on one of my many fly-ins to Dalat City, I met the owner of the cannabis plantationa wonderful older French gentleman who was always more than kind when it came to sharing his bounty. For our part, those of us in the helicopter crews kept him well stocked with much-needed and hard-to-get staples and supplies that we would scavenge from the various US base mess halls and supply depots that we visited regularly.
The best of the sativas came from the highland areas of Vietnam, places like Ban Me Thuot and Pleiku, and were similar to the highland Thai sativas in almost all respects. The very best of all were grown in the province of Dalatcultivated for centuries by the indigenous tribes of mountain people known as Montagnards (although in their language, they refer to themselves as Human Beings), these crops produced without a doubt the most remarkable and mind-expanding herb Ive ever experienced.
Keep in mind that the Montagnard people are an ancient culture, with no real written recordonly stories passed down from generation to generation. I recall most vividly sitting amongst the tribal chieftains and listening to them chant stories about the beginnings of time and how cannabis had been with them forever to guide them on their spiritual journey of pantheism. They have two words in their language for cannabis. The first translates loosely as Path to the Gods. The second is used only if you smoke too much of this fine herb, and it describes the state of mind of someone who has done just that. It translates simply as The Mind of God.
For many of us who served the Masters of War in those days, Vietnamese pot became our path to sanity, our lifeline. It was a simple yet very effective way of maintaining peace of mind amidst the chaos of the conflictan escape from the horrendous reality of our daily lives. From 1964 to 1974, thousands of US soldiers came home from the war carrying as much of this boo with them as possibleintroducing the exotic smokes of Southeast Asia to the world at large, the seeds of which would provide the main genetic building blocks for many modern strains of cannabis. Ask anyone who came of age during that time, and youll notice a quick flash of the eyes as their mind recalls the experience of smoking the jungle kind. Though often ridiculed by younger generations as the quaint musings of aging hippies, the sad fact remains that most folks younger than 45 simply have never experienced the mind-bending high of the pure land-race sativa strains of Southeast Asia.
http://hightimes.com/grow/ddalat/1748
Good luck findin beans, unless you know a vet that brought em back
@RM3 did you come across and banner Dalat males?Good luck findin beans, unless you know a vet that brought em back
She was in flower for 5 weeks before showin sex, she is in week 9 now and has just started buddin. I plan to cross her to my CTF to make Da Thunder
Here she is this mornin, startin to bud
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What a great post. Thanks for the link. But its gone from High TimesHEART OF DANKNESS
A Pot Crop Lives Now
by Dr. Dalat
august 2005
The story of a war-veteran helicopter pilot who never got higher than when he smoked the fabled Vietnamese strains while in country. Decades later, he seeks out these same plants to grow for himself at home and to smoke through his retirement.
Story & photos by Dr. Dalat
Thirty-two years ago, I was a 20-year-old fresh-faced and very naive young man sent to Southeast Asia by the US governmentcaught up, like so many of my generation, in the wide, sweeping net of the final military draft of the last century and sent to fight the war in Vietnam. As a helicopter pilot, I flew all over the central highlands of that country, circa 1969-71, and experienced much of the worst that man has to offer his fellow man, but also plenty of the best. One of my most remarkable memories was discovering a plantation of 30-foot-tall cannabis sativa trees in a very isolated province called Dalat.
Dalat at that time was way off the beaten path. Nestled between two mountain ranges at an altitude of around 4,500 feet and really only accessible from the air (I had a distinct advantage because of my air mobility), the region was rumored amongst the grunts to be the birthplace of Ho Chi Minh, North Vietnams spiritual and political leader, and therefore off limits to the enemy Viet Cong. The truth of the matter was, of course, quite different. In reality, the VC used Dalat for R&R (rest and relaxation) for their troops and therefore, quite wisely, refrained from initiating any action in and around the province. In effect, both sides considered it an unofficial no-fire zone.
While on one of my many fly-ins to Dalat City, I met the owner of the cannabis plantationa wonderful older French gentleman who was always more than kind when it came to sharing his bounty. For our part, those of us in the helicopter crews kept him well stocked with much-needed and hard-to-get staples and supplies that we would scavenge from the various US base mess halls and supply depots that we visited regularly.
The best of the sativas came from the highland areas of Vietnam, places like Ban Me Thuot and Pleiku, and were similar to the highland Thai sativas in almost all respects. The very best of all were grown in the province of Dalatcultivated for centuries by the indigenous tribes of mountain people known as Montagnards (although in their language, they refer to themselves as Human Beings), these crops produced without a doubt the most remarkable and mind-expanding herb Ive ever experienced.
Keep in mind that the Montagnard people are an ancient culture, with no real written recordonly stories passed down from generation to generation. I recall most vividly sitting amongst the tribal chieftains and listening to them chant stories about the beginnings of time and how cannabis had been with them forever to guide them on their spiritual journey of pantheism. They have two words in their language for cannabis. The first translates loosely as Path to the Gods. The second is used only if you smoke too much of this fine herb, and it describes the state of mind of someone who has done just that. It translates simply as The Mind of God.
For many of us who served the Masters of War in those days, Vietnamese pot became our path to sanity, our lifeline. It was a simple yet very effective way of maintaining peace of mind amidst the chaos of the conflictan escape from the horrendous reality of our daily lives. From 1964 to 1974, thousands of US soldiers came home from the war carrying as much of this boo with them as possibleintroducing the exotic smokes of Southeast Asia to the world at large, the seeds of which would provide the main genetic building blocks for many modern strains of cannabis. Ask anyone who came of age during that time, and youll notice a quick flash of the eyes as their mind recalls the experience of smoking the jungle kind. Though often ridiculed by younger generations as the quaint musings of aging hippies, the sad fact remains that most folks younger than 45 simply have never experienced the mind-bending high of the pure land-race sativa strains of Southeast Asia.
http://hightimes.com/grow/ddalat/1748
Read an interesting article not too long back on icmag in the landrace section. The only thing I find better about icmag is that particular section
Got a link?
