Ho Chi Minh City and the Cu Chi Tunnels

We finally reached the old capital of South Vietnam, Ho Chi Minh City, formerly known as Saigon.

When we arrived around 9pm, we were helped by a little old lady. I’m not sure what she was getting out of the deal, so we were wary of where she was taking us. But we told her we wanted an air-conditioned room, with wifi, and clean sheets for $8.00 and she took us to several guesthouses in the backpackers area, none of which were really exactly what we were looking for. When we were about to give up, she said she had one final last hope for us to be happy. (a little dramatic, but maybe we were being a little too picky in her eyes)

She took us down a very residential alley, where all of the french doors were open to the living rooms of each house we passed so we could see right in to the families that were sitting on their polished tile floors watching Vietnamese game shows and soap operas while the women were right outside taking down laundry or squatting over hot grills with pots full of chicken feet and who knows what else. Their new shoes were even lined up right on the street outside their doors. Without trying to be too intrusive, we also noticed that in almost every one of the homes, there seemed to be at least one disabled person, usually one of the children. Some were missing limbs, some had heads that seemed much to large for their bodies, and some just seemed to be quadriplegic laying on the floor in front of the TV with the rest of the family.

After several twists and turns, we made it to a very clean home that had a small sign on the doorway claiming to be a homestay/guesthouse. A well dressed man with slicked back gelled hair, huge diamond earrings, and a severely sassy attitude greeted us and showed us to the available room. Did I mention that he was also around 4 feet tall and was lacking what most people would consider arms? The room was clean and quiet and seemed to meet all of our expectations, except for the price: $14 with air-conditioning, or $10 without. We started to get into our Vietnamese bargaining mode, but he cut us off and said, “You have no reason to not stay here, it is perfect for you, do you have any problems with the room?” and we were stumped, and exhausted. He was the first person to tell it to us straight and Kelly and I were so busy trying to figure out how his hair was so perfectly gelled that we gave in and took the room.

We didn’t take too many photos in Ho Chi Min City. Because we were warned of pick pockets and purse thieves, the camera was largely locked up in our motel room. We spent most of the scorching hot days inside in places like the War Remnants Museum, which was a slightly skewed look at the American War (we know it as the Vietnam war) and how the Americans came over and slaughtered the Vietnamese people, but they overcame and pushed America out. Most of the museum goers were Asian or European. It was one place where it felt like a hostile environment to be an American.

We also learned a lot about the victims of Agent Orange at the museum. Agent Orange is the code name for one of the herbicides used by the US Military. During the Vietnam war, between 1962 and 1971, the they sprayed 20,000,000 US gallons over Vietnam, Laos and Cambodia.  The goal was to deforest the rural areas where the guerrillas were hiding their camps. They had no idea what the effects would be to the humans that came into contact with it, or the children of those men. People who live in Saigon now are just now showing effects of the damage it caused. After going to the Museum, we realized that our alley we were staying on was not a special Agent Orange alley, but just a common sight in Vietnam.

I’m not going to put any of the graphic images that represent what we saw, but if you would like a representation feel free to google some images, or just click here. *VERY GRAPHIC*

We also took a few day trips while we were in the sweltering heat of Saigon. We went to their AWESOME WATER PARK, only a few minutes outside of the city. We had a great time cooling off. Not to mentions, there were absolutely no lines. It was a full sized water park and there were probably no more than thirty people there. And the Vietnamese mothers and children that were there were completely clothed. We saw a woman get into the wave pool wearing a crushed velvet jacket, jeans, and a hat. They are either really modest or really don’t want to get a tan. Probably both.

 

Our other trip we took was out to see the CuChi Tunnels (I know, I know, but it’s pronounced Choo-Chee).  These are tunnels that the Viet Cong (Vietnamese Guerrilla fighters) used to hide from US troops during the Vietnam War. We saw hideouts that were miles long and virtually undetected.

This is a scale model of the tunnels in the area we were visiting

Death traps for those pesky American soldiers

more booby traps

Kelly hanging out with some Viet Cong

Entrance to the tunnels

going into hiding...

Kelly is doing a great job, considering these tunnels are made for people half our size.

After we made it through the tunnels, they show us how rice paper is made and give us some refreshments like what the Vietnamese soldiers would have had. Strange hard cookies and grass-flavored tea… mmm

sun drying rice paper on racks

After we got back to Saigon, we hopped on the afternoon bus that would lead us over the border into CAMBODIA!

A Tour of South Vietnam: Part 3

Mui Ne

 

Mui Ne is all the way down South

After Dalat, we headed back down those windy mountain roads even further down the coast of Southern Vietnam. Mui Ne is a beach town that is supposed to have a laid back vibe and a small surfing community. The town consists of a 10 mile stretch of two-lane road that follows the coast. It’s a little challenging to see the whole place unless you have a motorbike. When we arrived we walked around with our backpacks for about half an hour before finding this little gem of a motel, right on the beach for about $8.00 a night.

Our Beachside Room

only steps between our room and the beach!

 

 

After exploring the nearby beach and enjoying a much needed pineapple/mango smoothie from our hotel, we ventured out onto the main road to see what else was near by. Around sunset we came across this tin shack a few miles down the road from the motel. The menu had ridiculously cheap seafood and beer, and the smell that was coming out of the little grill was unbelievable, so we had to stop and get a snack. Needless to say, this became our new favorite place; somewhere we would be going to several times in the next few days.

We met up with a girl from China, who was on the bus with us from Dalat to MuiNe. WE all shared some garlic mussels and grilled shrimp. And then she was nice enough to take us both back to our motel. First she took kelly on her motorbike, and then came back for me.

 

The next day, we set out on a day trip to see as much of the area as possible. We would have liked to go on a private motorbike tour of the countryside, but we were too wary of being scammed by the drivers, after all, we were in Vietnam. So we opted for a coach tour, which seemed like the most trustworthy option. It took us to a fishing village further up the coast, where they use little 3 man fishing boats that look like baskets.

 

Tons of small traditional fishing boats

And then, we were supposed to visit the White sand dunes and the Red sand dunes that Mui Ne is famous for. But a few things went wrong. First, a storm started brewing (we were still in the Monsoon season) and then one of the tires on the bus blew out.

A storm heading right for us

 

The bus breaks down, just in time for a natural disaster

and of course the Korean tourists take the opportunity to take photos, in the middle of the street with oncoming traffic.

But then again, so am I...

Finally, we got moving, but by then the storm was right on top of us. So we had to sit under a thatched roof for almost an hour before the pouring rain cleared up a little and we could check out the dunes, which would have been so much more impressive without the rain.

back on the road to the not-so-promising sand dunes

 

waiting out the rain with a present from a little boy, he didn't even ask us to buy it from him

still raining, but we found a puppy!

starting to clear up

 

By the time we left the white sand dunes, it was almost dark and the tour guide/bus driver said we were going to skip the Red sand dunes, which was supposed to be the most impressive part of the day. Everyone on the bus protested, so we got to go anyway, but buy then there wasn’t much to see…

The red dunes

On our last night in Mui Ne, we went back to our favorite seafood spot on the beach. It was a mile or two each way, but totally worth the walk. We got there and ate our delicious mussels and scallops and drank our cheap beer and once again the rain came our way. We decided to wait it out and have a few more beers with some of the other patrons, but as the rain kept coming, most of them braved the storm and jumped on their motorbikes and headed back to their homes and hotels. Eventually we were the only ones left, with the exception of the owner and her son. Walking home was no longer an option, because the water had flooded the street and was about waist high. The son offered to drive all 3 of us on his motorbike to our hotel for a small fee. We accepted and rode through the waist-deep water in the streets. It felt more like a jetski than a motorcycle, I don’t know how the bike was still working, but it got us there safely. And the next morning we were back on the bus with our wet clothes and all.

We survived the monsoon!

Only one more destination left in this crazy country. Next Stop: Saigon!

A tour of South Vietnam: Part 2

DALAT

So, we are continuing our journey in South East Asia, by heading a little inland and deeper into Southern Vietnam on a bumpy windy mountainous road to Dalat. This place is a quaint little mountain town that is supposed to have a kitchy vibe. It has lovely gardens in the middle of the busy mainstreet, a huge market (not unlike any other SE Asian city) and a mini-Eiffel tower. Yes, if you do remember, Vietnam was originally colonized by the French. Hence the excellent French coffee and baguettes tasted through out Vietnam.

It’s also known for having unique crops for SE Asia. Due to the high altitude and cooler climate, it is the perfect place to cultivate coffee (which the region is most famous for) and tea, as well as fruits and veggies that you’d be surprised to see in Vietnam, like strawberries and asparagus.

Our plan was to get away from the heat, don our hoodies and explore the town one cup of coffee at a time. And maybe do some outdoor exploring. Tons of organizations do trekking and rafting tours that sounded like fun.  However, the plan was delayed for a day or two, due to a little thing called a Typhoon (or a hurricane to y’all down in Florida) We thought it was just another rainy day. Yes, the winds were exceptionally strong, and the rain was sideways and the internet was completely down all over the city (I thought that’s not too uncommon in a third world country) We didn’t even realize what extensive damage the typhoon had caused in the Philippines, Indonesia, and Vietnam until the next morning when we were watching CNN in our comfy (actually quite luxurious) $5 room. So, we checked with the front desk–they were online again, and we skyped our parents. They were beyond freaked out, up all night watching the sensationalized news back home and had just assumed that we were two of the 70ish people who died in the storm. Once we convinced them that we were not going to be on the next flight home, we took to the streets to explore Dalat for ourselves.

Since the storm had severely flooded most of the rural areas all the nature tours were out of the question, but we did check out some of Dalat’s other oddities. Here are some of the highlights:

– A Chinese Hot Pot restaurant. We don’t know the name of it, but it had a chic decor, was dirt cheap, and we got a Thai seafood hot pot that kept my noise running from the heat of the spices the whole meal. It was perfect.

– A vegetarian Restaurant that had all of the Vietnamese classics that we had been unable to try due to their meatiness. We went there like 4 times in the 3 days we were there. Even taking some for the bus ride early in the morning. We got to try Baozi (a chinese steamed bun that we have been admiring for most of our trip and is always filled with some meat of indeterminate origins) and a veggie pate version of Banh Mi, the now famous Vietnamese sandwiches made on a warm french baguette.

-Experiencing Vietnamese Coffee as authentically and as close to the source as possible. I wish I could recreate that back home.

-And last but not least, the kookiest part of dalat, The Crazy House. It is a tree house hotel and gallery that has crazy rooms with different animal themes that you can stay in, or just tour it like we did. The architect was a woman named Hang Nga. The house is supposed to to have some anti-socialist political interpretations, which is pretty interesting considering that in 1980 her father was president of Vietnam.

Kelly getting tickets

The honey bear room

getting from room to room to roof.

The tiger with red eyes room

The eagle egg room

Just proving that Kelly is still alive after the Typhoon. Hi Mom!

just another hallway

some of the real local fauna that was hanging around the crazy house that day

A Tour of Southern Vietnam: Part 1

OK, I know we haven’t been very good about the blog, and have been keeping you waiting for oh maybe 3 or 4 or 5 months. Sorry. We’d still like to show everyone where we have been and what we have done, so we will eventually complete our whole trip. Look forward to a lot more picture blogs, they’ll be shorter and with a lot less writing. Enjoy! x, Ellie

Nha Trang

Nha Trang is supposed to be this crazy clubbin’ party beach town place that we were a little dreading and a little excited about. It turns out that it’s not such a happening place, however, during the rainy season. And it did rain quite a bit while we were there. Apparently, there was a typhoon (like a hurricane) heading our direction, but that story is for a later blog, because, at the time, we were totally unaware of that fact.

We did manage to find a nice hotel with a (not too distant) beach view for $8 and some live music at a local bar that sadly was dead after 11pm.

Sitting on the beach, the first day we arrived (and only non-rainy day) we discovered the highlight of Nha Trang: The seafood sellers! These little Vietnamese ladies come around with fresh caught seafood and a little grill in a basket. You say the word and before you know it, you’ve got a beer in your hand and a whole picnic set up right in front of you. They even give you a plastic tarp to sit on. Kelly and I both agree that this meal might have been the best meal of our lives.

A Vietnam War vet we met on the beach has mastered the art of haggling for a fair price for his dinner.

So we got all this grilled up with delicious pepper-lime sauce, plus a giant conch and a beer for less than $5! So we decided to each get our own grilled lobster and scallop and conch meal.

A perfect sunset meal!

After that meal, we decided repeat this amazing meal every night until we left Nha Trang, but every other night was really rainy and we never saw those magical seafood sellers again.

Kelly’s Birthday!

Hey Blog Readers! Ellie here, just want to let you know that Kelly’s Birthday is March 13th (just around the corner) and we just got our PayPal account up and running again. So, if you are not sure what to get the girl who’s been everywhere… feel free to donate to a good cause: Helping Kelly Get Home.

The Soon-to-be Birthday Girl!

We miss everyone and I promise we are really working on this whole blog situation. Only 85 days till we’re back in the Sunshine State. Keep checking back.

Fashion and Food in Hoi An

Kelly walking around town in the rain, while tri-shaw men hide out under their bike canopies.

Hoi An is a super popular tourist city in central Vietnam. It has some of the best preserved architecture and gets its street cred with travelers by having the world’s cheapest tailors who can make clothing to fit to your body (anything you want, like a wedding dress, jeans, a suit, or a coat). It also is the gastronomic hot spot of Vietnam, as it has a couple of specialties that can only be found in Hoi An. Add to this all a pretty good beach, just a 15 minute bike ride away from the center of town, which is best not in the rainy season, unfortunately for us, and you have a cool, although heavily-touristed, city

On our way to Hoi An, we embarked on our very first sleeper bus. Everything was going fine. We had our own individual berths and then, suddenly, a brick came flying through the darkness and crashed into the window next to Ellie’s head. Ellie was luckily not in her berth, as she was thoughtfully and patiently, listening to me whine about the Vietnamese music blasting next to my brain. (If only I knew that, just how used to this music I would become.) Regardless, our bus stopped for about 2 hours on the side of the road, while men put loads and loads of tape on the window and essentially did nothing about the problem at all.

Getting to Hoi An in the pouring rain was another challenge, but we quickly found a clean hotel room and began our immense pleasure for Hoi An food immediately after throwing down our bags. We spent our time, eating a huge amount of food, walking around the picturesque streets that have twinkling cafes and beautiful lanterns at night-time, and taking any nice weather we had to ride our bike to the beach and sightsee.

Kelly in front of the Japanese covered bridge.

A snack on our bike ride home. A nice view and a shrimp and orange salad.

The Hoi An market in the center of town is an aromatic chaotic place. Women race by with whole fish, men try to get you to buy their herbs, and grannies sell the famous Vietnamese coffee grounds. We visited the market as part of a cooking course we signed up for with the Red Bridge cooking school. Their cooking school is a few kilometers down the river by boat at a very lush property where they unveil the secrets of Vietnamese cooking.

In Vietnam, many women chew on betelnut which is similar to chewing tobacco and addictive. It turns their teeth an unsightly shade as though they got punched in the mouth.

Kelly on the boat to the cooking class.

Our chef in the gardens of the Red Bridge Cooking School.

Studying our notes and recipes with the rest of the cooking class.

Kelly, proud with her Vietnamese spring rolls from scratch, even the rice paper. This was maybe the first thing she has ever cooked besides toast.

Ellie with a shrimp Vietnamese pancake. Yum.

Eggplant in a Claypot

Spicy seafood salad in a pineapple with fruit

After eating all of that food at the cooking course, it wasn’t very logical to get clothes tailor-made, but we’re not very logical anyway. The women were not very tactful at times about “adding” extra material for a Western woman, but I quickly grew a tough exterior about it. I got a pair of jeans made and Ellie got a dress and some shorts and pants made. It’s all really affordable. My jeans cost 15 USD. I will say that they weren’t exactly what I wanted, but after 3 fittings, I figured they were good enough.

Our tailor looks ever so enthused about making our garments. Most Vietnamese look this enthused on a regular basis though.

So once, we had finished our clothes, we decided that it went well enough to try for a cheap pair of shoes. I always had this dream of custom-making Nike high-tops, but on the Nike website, they’re obscenely expensive. I thought Hoi An was a good place for some custom high-tops and Ellie wanted some leather shoes. I chose my grey leather, paid (after being told I had to pay in advance) and hoped for the best. I should have hoped harder. My shoes came back blue. I tried to politely ask the shop-owner who hadn’t been there yesterday if we could change the color to the original one I chose the swatch of. He grew very agitated and nervous about something quickly. The shopkeepers began pulling the shoe displays off the front porch and acting suspicious. Maybe they were about to get busted, as everyone on the whole block was doing the same. Suddenly, the man’s aggravation got turned towards me. He started screaming at the top of his lungs, veins popped from his red neck and he threw a chair against a wall, muttering expletives at us the whole time. Some girls we had been chatting with were i the backroom, trying to makr complaints about their wrong shoes as well and the shop-owner wouldn’t let us speak with them. He literally cornered them in the back-room. Then came the last straw, he threw the Nike’s at Ellie’s head. We decided he had reached some kind of point in his anger, where it was best for us to leave and forget about the 12 dollars lost.

Lesson is: Never go to this shoe-shop while in Hoi-An.

The shop-owner retreating in rage.

Disclaimer: While our last couple of blogs haven’t shed the Vietnamese in such a positive light, with the money stealing and the shoe-throwing (and most of the time, they’re not much better than that anyway), the country is still really beautiful, the food amazing and there are “some” nice people. Don’t let our commentary scare you if you try to visit. Just be on your guard and try to ignore there demeanors. Don’t take it personally.

The new pants.

The new shoes.

The new shorts.

After our bad afternoon, the rain had figuratively and literally cleared and we decided to move on from the bad time. There are these food stalls in Hoi An, which produce the most amazing food at really cheap prices. The people who run the family stalls are incredibly friendly and willing to help. They even helped us when our 500,000 dong bill ripped in half. In Vietnam, if a bill has a rip in it, they won’t accept it and you have to take it to the bank. It was a weekend and it was our biggest bill. The owners slyly taped it up for us to pass on somewhere else. While we ate spicy lemongrass tofu and the special Hoi An wontons, we spotted Sophia and Paula, the girls who were marooned in the shoe-shop after we left. They spoke of being scared of the shop-owner, but being released after we left. We drank beer with them and then followed a flyer to the other side of the bridge to go to a bar that was promising free drinks all night, just so they could get more tourists in the desolate joint.

Food Stalls

Kelly's first Motorbike ride (and driver) to the bar, mostly because it was a free ride. Safety first, of course.

Free White Russians! Wait, what is that red stuff at the bottom. Possibly the worst drink in Vietnam. It tasted like pepto-bismol and puke. No wonder it was free drinks all night.

Hoi An is famous for their lantern-making as well.

Even though, the people were almost worse in Hoi An than Hanoi, I would go back in an instant to the charming, well-preserved town, with the best food in Vietnam.

North Vietnam

We took an overnight bus to Sapa in North Vietnam. Sapa gets a reputation for being the tourist gateway to the Northern hill-tribes and a good base to start trekking in the surrounding countryside. The center of Sapa is literally over-run with hill-tribe women in traditional garb, trying to get you to buy any manner of handicraft that they claim is “hand-made.”

Red Dzao

Kelly with a Black Hamong tribeswoman

We mostly saw Red Dzao and Red and Black Hmong tribes people in Sapa. Their clothing is gorgeous and they are beyond friendly, but most of the friendliness is to rope you into buying something from them.  They say, “where you from? You have sister and brothers? You want to buy from me?” They give you a free “Vietnam friendship bracelet” which is actually code for marking you as their territory. Regardless, you can learn loads about the hill tribes if you try to direct the conversation to them rather than you. They always begin conversations asking about where you come from, but the more interesting topic is where they come from. Many of the tribeswomen walk for many hours a day to get into Sapa to sell their goods because it has the highest concentration of tourists. It’s a matriarchal society and the men take care of the children and home while the women are entrepreneurs. The women while interesting, can get incredibly pushy, demanding that you buy from them and whining when you refuse. A group of young girls waited on our hotel steps to try to get us to buy from them when we came out. We learned never say “Maybe.” Just say “NO” from the beginning because otherwise, you’ll have the same group of girls following you around the whole time.

Playing hide and seek with pushy 8 year-olds is actually pretty intimidating. Most of the time, the youngest girls carry their little siblings on their backs all day.

Sapa as a town is cheap and absolutely breathtakingly gorgeous. It’s much cooler than other areas of Vietnam because it’s at high elevation. The rice terraces of Sapa are one of the most breathtaking sights I have ever seen. We were there in the rainy season so everything was bright green as far as the eye could see. We did a short day trek from Sapa through a couple of pretty touristed Hmong villages, but completely worth it for the scenery.

The hilltribe children were also amazing. They are so poor, but still seemed to be having fun in the village while their moms sold their wares. Really beautiful kids.

This poor child was put here by her brothers and sisters who wanted to collect money for photographing her. We didn't pay them, but did feel bad that after we walked by, they just forgot about her and kept on playing until the next tourists came along. Sitting on a logpile all day doesn't look very comfortable.

For some reason, this kid was really busy moving this old tire from one spot to the next. I couldn't decipher if this was his toy, or he was actually doing manual labor, but he was all business. He handled this tire with more dexterity than more childre his age could.

Many of the hilltribe woman will ask if they can take you to their village as a tour guide. If we had more time, we would have taken them up on the offer to see some more authentic villages. I think it’s a great way to support the women and their families without buying overpriced, low-quality souvenirs. But a few tribeswomen walked with us for part of our trek and we took the opportunity to learn a little bit about them and their everyday lives.

Our hotel in Sapa was only 5 USD a night because we were there in the monsoon season and it was a gorgeous room with our own balcony overlooking the main street and mountains. It was really foggy at some points, but it made it even more beautiful.

View from the room

There were also some really nice places to eat in Sapa. The baked goods at Baguette and Chocolate were delicious and the menu seemed really inspired. We had breakfast at the Sapa Boutique hotel and I can not praise this restaurant/hotel highly enough. The breakfasts are inventive and the hotel is gorgeous with all the paintings and goods made by tribes people. I had corn fritters with a creamy tomato sauce and a fancy mixed fruit shake. Ellie had some fancy French toast with passionfruit and coconut.

The owner is a huge supporter of helping the hill tribes out of the huge poverty that most of them live in. All of the employees are employed from hill-tribes and on Sunday, there is a soup kitchen for the young girls and children who make the trek with their families to sell the crafts. The soup kitchen focuses on teaching the girls good hygiene and gives them soap and toothbrushes for their homes. You can also “sponsor a family” by helping purchase a water buffalo to give to a family as a gift for helping with crops. If in Sapa, you must check it out.

From Sapa, we took a very long bus ride to Bac Ha which is a small village that doesn’t have very many tourists aside from the Sunday market where the tourist buses come in droves from Sapa after lunch time. We decided to arrive Saturday night to get to the market early. The bus ride to Bac Ha was a twisted, turning nightmare of a road but with some of the most awe-inspiring scenery of the mountains I have ever seen. I was really frustrated initially because the buses in Vietnam often drive around until full which could mean waiting an extra hour or two, while circling the town while someone yells the destination to pedestrians. The whole thing is annoying. They then load everything they can find on to the bus, including, on this particular ride, chickens, pillows, brooms, and a table saw which was at least a ton and got loaded to the top of the bus. Halfway through the ride, after stopping 20 times along the way, the young boy who works on the bus, sweaty from lifting the table saw off the roof of the bus, hands me a present. A stick of cinnamon pulled from a tree. It was amazing and I instantly felt like a jerk for being so impatient when all I had to do was stare at the scenery whizzing by my window and chew cinnamon.

Ellie eating the cinnamon bark with the goods piled high behind her head.

That Saturday night was pretty boring since Bac Ha really isn’t a happening town. We went to the restaurant across the street and ate delicious Vietnamese food. After our meal, these young Vietnamese guys asked us to sit around their hot pot with them on the floor and chat. We sat around a steaming bowl of some indiscernible brown jello-esque substance. Upon asking what it was, we received the answer that the hotpot was a horse bone marrow hotpot. They added tofu for us to the horse hotpot because they knew we were vegetarians, but it still felt a little odd eating horse-bone marrow flavored tofu. They asked us questions about the US and talked a little about the war with us. I apologized, feeling ashamed for my country’s past antics in this beautiful part of the world. The guy looked me in the eye and assured me that it was all water under the bridge. That’s when I knew that the Vietnamese have learned to accept what happened and move on from it. They kept giving us shots of something that tasted like fire all the way down. When we realized the shots weren’t ending any time soon, we excued ourselves to our hotel to wake early for the market the next day.

The Bac Ha market is where many of the hill-tribe women go to buy material needed to make new garments, fresh vegetables for dinner and wares for their homes. We were the only foreigners there at 8 am, which was amazing, because it was possible to watch the hill-tribe women go along their daily activities. Around noon, all of the tour buses from Sapa began arriving and the women switched from buying to selling mode. Suddenly, we were getting bombarded by women selling stuff and decided that we had seen enough of the market and should get back to the train station, 3 hours away, to prepare for our night train back to Hanoi.

There are 10 Montagnard ethnic hill tribes around the area of Bac Ha. Most of these ladies in these photos are Flower H’mong and their colorful clothing reflects their tribe name.

Just bringing home the groceries.

The best pho I've ever had was 30 cents at a stall populated by hill-tribe women. It was spicy and incredible.

My breakfast companion looks on, probably confused, wondering what is so momentous about market pho.

An amazing drink of black beans, coconut, lime, peanut and passionfruit. It sounds gross but was incredible and sweet.

Ups and downs of Halong Bay

Halong Bay is a UNESCO World heritage Site. The bay features thousands of limestone karsts and isles in various sizes and shapes. Local legend has it that long ago, when the Vietnamese were fighting Chinese invaders, the gods sent a family of dragons to help defend the land. This family of dragons began spitting out jewels and jade. These jewels turned into the islands and islets dotting the bay, linking together to form a great wall against the invaders.

Halong bay boat tours are undoubtedly one of the most popular activities in North Vietnam. Most of the tours range between one night or two night tours staying on an old wooden junk or one night on the junk and one night on Cat Ba island which is located in the bay.

We signed up for the latter option at the Whole Earth Cafe in Hanoi and paid about 45 USD which included an AC cabin, all food and activities (kayaking, trekking on Cat Ba island and swimming amidst the massive karsts.) This was one of the biggest activities that we had planned for Vietnam and were so torn of whether or not to go with the more expensive boat tour led out of Kangaroo Cafe.

We figured that, at the very least, we would be surrounded by other backpackers and people our own age if we took the cheaper tour. We were dead wrong about choosing the cheap tour. We boarded the boat which looked nothing like the picture and had lunch which was surprisingly OK.

our first whole fried fish

We thought “This will be just fine.” Nope. The people on board were brilliant and interesting, but the staff were horrific. Our tour leader constantly made a face that could best be described as “someone scared while taking a shit.” He never had any answers to our questions and just made his special face and walked away. His name was Hiep and I hated him. Again though, I could overlook the ugly boat and Hiep. The staff wouldn’t let us in our room and insisted we leave our stuff on board while visiting the caves and while swimming (which we didn’t get to do until sunset). We put our money belt in the computer bag since we were in our swim suits and money belts don’t really look so sexy in a bikini. We came back on board after kayaking around sunset which was gorgeous. We checked on our money which was still there. We then continued to have a pretty huge party with the other 15 backpackers on board. At this point, all of our stuff was locked safely in our cabin. We came downstairs and the door to our room was unlocked. I totally thought maybe I didn’t lock it well.

The next morning, we awoke and Hiep informed us our tour was canceled due to an incoming monsoon. Fine. Better safe than sorry. Also, some girl had had a rat eat through her backpack to get a baguette in her bag. We didn’t really want to stay on the boat any longer. Hiep assured us we could get a refund from the various hotels and organizations we booked with. I didn’t really believe the monsoon story because all of the other backpacker junks were still heading to Cat Ba island. I should have known then that the next day, I would take the money out of the money belt and half of it would be missing with a loss of 180 USD. I should have known then that Hiep said he was going to come to our Cafe with us to get our refund. He said he was parking the bus and then just never came back. The Cafe argued with us for 2 hours before finally giving us only 12 USD back. Hanoi may have cheap beer, good food and lots of good photo opportunities but what it doesn’t have is fair business owners.

Halong Bay is absolutely not to be missed, but you MUST pay more for the experience if you want to go on your tour stress-free. The budget tour would have been fine if we had locked all of our bags, both in our cabin and out of it. Two really good tours that are getting solid praise from travelers are Kangaroo Cafe (the real one) and Hanoi Backpackers. Both tours are Western-run and you get really good food, good sun chairs and fancier cabins. They’ll run you about 115 USD minimum, but it’s worth it because to kayak at sunset amidst these larger than life formations jutting straight out the water, is one of the best experiences on Earth.

In the end, we did get some amazing photos out of the deal. Take a look.

In the caves:

super touristy

super touristy

They say it is a fertility rock, and you rub it for good luck. It just looks like a giant boob.

Kayaking:

Good Morning, Vietnam!

We had a fairly smooth bus ride border crossing leaving from Nanning, China and arriving in Hanoi, Vietnam. I think our first impression of Vietnam was that it is vastly different from China. In the countryside, you could drive for a long while without seeing many people or buildings. The architecture we did see was odd, in comparison. We kept seeing really tall and extremely skinny, brightly colored houses with balconies, dotted throughout the countryside, along with small bamboo style huts and little shacks. The skinny buildings were sort of a mish-mash compared to the buildings that were next door, but there bright colors were such a change from China. En route, we stopped at a rest stop and got the privilege of eating our first bowl of Vietnamese pho and it didn’t disappoint.
Upon arrival in Hanoi, we got a free ride from a woman who coincidentally was the sister of the guesthouse we had booked before we arrived. It was a coincidence I was wary of, due to hearing about all of the guesthouse scams there are in Hanoi, but it turned out to be a true free ride and the women were actually sisters.
We stayed in Hanoi’s old quarter which is an atmospheric twist and turn of small streets with loads of travel agents, restaurants, bars and weird shops selling fruit, bike parts and every other thing imaginable.

It is also jam-packed of motorbikes. You get over your fear of crossing the street pretty quickly when you realize that because there are no stop signs or stop lights, if you don’t just take the risk and step off the curb, you’ll be standing on that same street until you’re old and gray.

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One of the best parts about the old quarter is the Bia Hoi corner. Basically, it’s a corner that has four rival convenience beer shops that are nothing but plastic chairs on a curb and serves homemade keg beer that’s pretty watered down, due to it being cooled by a giant chunk of ice inside the keg, but it’s the cheapest glass of beer on the planet. At 3,000 dong, you’re shelling out a mere 16 cents per glass. Not too shabby. You can buy 6 beers for a dollar. If you ever want to buy a round, take your friends to the bia hoi corner. It’s great because lots of travelers and locals alike hang out at this intersection due to the cheap beer and you can meet loads of people. There was even a very old, yet intelligent prostitute who enjoyed listening to books on tape while wearing a short skirt and sitting with her legs in a butterfly formation.

It was wonderful timing because we arrived on a Friday night, perfect for experiencing Hanoi’s nightlife. We ended up drinking at the corner all night and then got asked to go dancing at Dragonfly, a club down the street. We were out until 2 am, dancing to Rihanna and Beyonce with the Vietnamese locals.
The rest of our time in Hanoi was spent alternating between eating delicious things, getting lost in little alleys and hanging out at the bia hoi corner. We also worked intently on asking around for prices and input on booking a Halong Bay trip (which was all a wasted effort, but that travel disaster comes to you via the next post.)

One touristy thing we did was check out the local water puppet show. Water puppetry is a classical art in Vietnam. The puppeteers are behind a curtain, but actually are in the tank of water with their puppets on a stick. It seems like a pretty challenging art to master and I’ve heard that in history many of the puppeteers got water-borne diseases from spending so much time in the tank perfecting their skills.
The show was pretty clever with dragons that chase birds and swimming Vietnamese puppets. It would have been even better if it was about 40 minutes shorter. It wasn’t a horribly boring show overall, but 75 minutes is too long for water puppets. I think one overcomes the awe and magic of the skill after 20 minutes or so. However, if you have children and are traveling to Vietnam, they would LOVE this.

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Overall, I really enjoyed Hanoi and thought it had some delicious Vietnamese cuisine. We loved eating at Little Hanoi restaurant near the Bia Hoi corner where you pay about 2 dollars for massive plate of roll your own fresh spring rolls with fried fish and pineapple and a huge pile of herbs. Also, the Kangaroo café turns out some pretty hearty and fairly cheap Western classics like their massive pumpkin veggie burger made from scratch.


I must say though, that Hanoi’s old quarter is the kind of place that could wear on you, after the magic rubs off, due to the sheer number of rip-off travel agencies and the common confusion with the copycat syndrome that seems to be most at home in Hanoi. Basically, without copyright laws, every business can take each others’ business name. So on one block there’ll be five Kangaroo cafes or Sinh Café’s and you’re left scratching your head, trying to figure out which one is the real one from all of the copycats. It’s a little hard being a tourist and trying to plan your next onward travel step with lots of people quoting you rip-off prices and basically just seeing you as a walking dollar sign. Such a problem doesn’t completely distract from its old town charm, but it does make you worry that Vietnam may be more of a hassle than you anticipated. I think if you can handle Hanoi’s gruff approach at collecting it’s huge share of your tourist dollar than most other places will be a breeze in comparison.
With the negatives being stated, I still really loved the atmosphere of Hanoi and was happy that it was my gateway into Vietnam.

Overall: China (Culture Shock)

Likes –

The Food: The food in China is phenomenal, especially compared to Chinese food back home. It’s gorgeous and a lot less heavy than when you order your favorite Chinese take-away. While it can be difficult to choose your food (because almost all of the menus are only in Mandarin!) whatever we ended up with was always amazing. And there are tons of Buddhist restaurants that serve veggie food. We’ve had some really great dishes. Lots of restaurants in big cities do some fabulous mock-meat dishes. For example, we had amazing BBQ spare ribs in Shanghai and a really authentic tasting Peking duck in Beijing. We especially enjoyed all the different types of dumplings in Beijing, but our most favorite dish of all was the Chinese cabbage. It was a simple dish of cabbage, garlic, chili peppers, and soy sauce; and it was available at almost every restaurant, if you could convey what you wanted to the non-english speaking staff.

The People: Chinese people are more interested in traveling foreigners than any other group of people I’ve ever met. They are so curious about everything you’re doing, where you’re going and your personal life that sometimes you are grateful they’re English skills aren’t that wonderful or you’d be talking all night instead of sleeping on the train. On a good day, you love the people with their curious stares and lack of common communication skills and when they take your book from you and laugh in surprise when they realize it’s in English. But on a bad day, when you’ve been walking for a mile with your 20 kg backpack and it’s almost dark and you can’t find your hostel, and they are staring and pointing and speaking loudly about you and you get to your hostel and no one understands that you need toilet paper, then not so much. But saying that, we really did generally like the people. They were friendly, eager to meet you, interested in where you were from, and quick to tell you “Obama and Michael Jackson!” (thumbs up) when you declare that you are megwuo, American.

The West: The West of China is really gorgeous and completely different from the East of China which is just huge Chinese city after huge Chinese city, all full with well over a five million people a piece. The west is slow and mountainous. There are places that can actually be considered “towns” and you don’t need a map. It’s home to really nice natural attractions like Tiger Leaping Gorge and can really see the land begin to spread out before you as it is in Tibet.

The Hostels: Chinese hostels are brilliant. They have been well-decorated and are smooth operations that are well-run. They almost always have air-condition and hot water and are almost always under 5 USD a bed. A lot of times, they have bars and pool tables attached and even offer cool activities like dumpling making classes for free.

Pandas: Come on, who doesn’t like pandas?

Beer Street: The beer on beer street in Qingdao is brilliant. There are actually a variety, such as a wheat, a stout and a lager, which is pretty unheard of in Asia. You can get pitchers for really cheap and the whole street has a crazy beer theme, even the benches are shaped like beer bottles.

Massages: Probably the most painful massage I have ever had, but Chinese massage parlors will leave you feeling ninety times better the next morning. They’re open all night and for 3 dollars, it’s a fun activity to do with friends after the bars close.

Sleeper trains: Aside from a couple of bad experiences with dirty sheets on the sleeper trains, they are generally a blessing. They’re air-conditioned, fast and efficient for covering the huge distances of a country as big as China. You get on, eat your dinner, play some cards, go to bed by 8 and wake up at your destination. It doesn’t get easier than that.

Lack of Touts: China has no touts. Not like in Southeast Asia. Nobody stands at the train or bus station waiting for foreigners to get off so they can harass them into taking their tuk-tuk or going to their hotel. It’s very peaceful actually.

Ability to Travel Anywhere: Now after visiting China, I could honestly travel anywhere now. The language barrier is vast, the lack of English signs or menus huge and the city lay-outs are often confusing with old businesses and restaurants closing and opening faster than any guidebook can keep up. You have to have everything written in Mandarin to show any cab driver or train station attendant. People have walked into poles on the street because they were staring at us hard. It’s hot. It’s dirty. There are more people than you can even imagine, but we breezed right into Vietnam and every other country in SE Asia without a single shred of culture shock after China. It feels good to be able to think outside the box and communicate non-verbally to get what you need.

Dislikes:

Food: You know we loved the food, but we did run into a few hiccups. As mentioned before, we came across very few English menus. We tried our best (with our small dog-eared Mandarin phrasebook) to order veggies, but sometimes got eggplant smothered in pork. Also, while there were many regional specialties, we did get tired of some of the staple dishes we relied on, like egg fried rice and cucumbers covered in vinegar. But, we never got sick of the fried cabbage! There wasn’t a lot of Western food done well, aside from the horrific fast-food chains on every corner.

The Toilets: Our first encounter with squat toilets. If you’ve never experienced them, you are in luck. They are nothing more than a porcelain hole in the ground (if you are in the city), or even worse a small trough that you squat over with 2 feet high patricians separating you from the squatting lady next to you. And then it gets better, like at rest stops where there is in fact no toilet, but just a dirt hole under someone’s house/roadside shack. It’s not pretty or fun.

Communications: It felt like NO ONE spoke English, and it drove us crazy! Not only could we not communicate with them verbally, it was also difficult to get the point across using body language as well. Like the universal signs for “menu” and “check please”. They just don’t seem to get it.

Government Censorship: We had heard bad things about the communist government in China blocking sites like MSNBC, pornsites, youtube, and blogging sites like wordpress, but were shocked when a few days after we arrived, they decided to block Facebook as well. We’re never for censorship, and it was annoying that they made it so hard for us to keep in touch with our friends and keep up with our blog.

Train Stations: In China, the train stations are manic and dirty. Buying a ticket is confusing, once again with no English signage or ticket sellers. We usually had to get some one from our hostel to write down the date, time, and destination in Mandarin characters, so we could just show some one at the station who would eventually figure out that we needed a ticket.

Chinese Cities: They all kind of started running together. Yes, of course, Shanghai and Beijing have their own shining moments, but in general Chinese cities were not that impressive. Even small cities (population: one million or under) looked the same: big concrete buildings, lots of concrete, a park, a Mao statue, KFC and McDonalds.

The cleanliness factor: China is hands-down the absolute filthiest place I have ever been. There is spit on the street, in the subway cars and on buses. People literally spit right next to your foot while making a sound that can only be described as a whir of an espresso machine as your only warning. We tried swimming in Qingdao, what Lonely Planet humourously calls “The Chinese Riviera” and came up with nothing but plastic bags, coke bottles, and other debris. People throw their napkins and shrimp shells on the ground, even if we’re eating outdoors. Chopsticks wrappers? Just chuck ‘em over your shoulder. Babies are pooing on the street, people are eating up endangered species and you couldn’t pay me enough money to put my backpack down on the train station floor. That last example is when you know just how dirty it is, because I look for any excuse to take my 30 pound bag off.

China’s constant construction: If I had to think of one noise to describe China, it wouldn’t be chanting monks or the sizzle of the street vendors on the corner, it would be more like a jackhammer or chainsaw. China is constantly re-vamping its cities, in its effort to become more “Western” and present itself as a world power contender. What does this mean for the traveler aside from a lot of noise? Your guidebook, unless published the month you visit, is wrong. Not just a little wrong, but horribly wrong. A business had changed hands 3 times by the time we tried to find that little gem of a veggie restaurant in Shanghai. Streets have changed names or in the case of hutongs, have disappeared altogether. It is confusing to say the least.

Weird but fun facts:

After Childbirth Rule: People in China generally tend to be pretty superstitious, but this one takes the cake in this modern era. After a woman has a baby, she is expected to have a resting period of 30 days. Sounds great, right? Well, it’s not so great because she is not allowed to get out of bed for anything except to use the bathroom. That means no bathing, no reading, no TV, no internet, no taking care of your new baby (the grandma is supposed to do that) Almost every Chinese family we met says it is an important part of chidbirth still. All we can think, is that it probably helps with the one child per family rule: Women don’t want to have to go through that again, and their spouses don’t want to have to sleep near someone who hasn’t bathed in 30 days again.

Baby Butts: Most, if not all the Chinese babies we saw (under the age of 4) were wearing “split pants”. We’ve shown pictures of this before, but it is basically a regular pair of paints with a slit from the front of the crotch to the back, so the baby can squat and pee or poo anywhere. We were constantly afraid of sitting down, even in the subway. One time we saw a baby pee right in a seat in the train station. The parents took the baby when their train was called, then another woman came and set her shopping bag right in it. Gross!

Armpits: It seems the ladies of China are not too fond of the razor. Or maybe, armpit hair is sexy. Whatever the reason, most (no need to generalize, these are just our experiences) girls we saw sporting the sleeveless look (it was August and super hot, so a lot of them) had never shaved their armpits. It was a little shocking at first, because the women dress so girly with lots of bows, ruffles, and lace, and then they reach up to put the luggage in the overhead, and wow, there is a lot of hair.

Swimming: we rarely saw people swimming, even in towns with beaches. As it turns out, since most of the country is inland, no one ever learns to swim. It’s just not an important skill.

Rubber Gloves: People don’t like to get their hands dirty when eating. So instead of turning to knife and fork to eat their pizza and chicken wings like the Europeans do, they like to eat it the American way, but with rubber gloves. They have boxes of them handy at KFC and Pizza Hut. It makes the whole process look a little sterile.

Keeping Cool: On a hot day, you’ll see a lot of skin, but not from the ladies. The men in China like to roll their shirts up to just below the nipple (sometimes not quite so high) We don’t know why they don this midriff look, but it seems to be a national way to stay cool on hot summer days. Maybe it makes them look cool too.


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