The drive from the airport was very.. interesting. Firstly, about 80% or more of the vehicles on the road were motorbikes (scooters), and that number increased as we got closer to the city. Our driver would pull up behind someone, and if they didn't pull to the side immediately he would honk and they would move. This is how all drivers drove. Almost like the person behind you had the right of way. Also, the lines on the road are just a suggestion really. We saw the aftermath of one bike accident that day, and would see a few more during our 10 days in Vietnam. As we drove and looked out our window we could tell we were not in Japan any more, and it was back to the realities of Southeast Asia. Homes and buildings made from scraps of corrugated tin and all around things were under development. The traffic in the city is simply unbelievable. We had seen a video on youtube.com before coming, but to see it in person was something else.
The first day we slept in late; if you could call it sleep. I mentioned the crazy traffic, but should have really stressed that they drive more with their ears than their eyes, they honk constantly, and signal rarely. So we were awoken by the constant honking, then at 7:45, just like every morning we would find, a voice over loud speakers placed throughout the streets of Hanoi boomed for what seemed like forever. We learned later that it was the government telling the Vietnamese news. Propaganda? Nope it's the free government news, welcome to communism!
After pulling ourselves out of bed we had breakfast, used the internet, then ventured out into the crazy streets of Hanoi. It didn't take long for our first cyclo to find us. Cyclos are bicycles that someone rides with a scoop like seat in the front for the passengers to sit on. We were experienced in bartering by now, so we did fine, and found most of the cyclo drivers to be extremely friendly, often singing or making jokes as they pushed us along. As we enjoyed our first ride a guy selling books came up and asked if we wanted one. It just happened that he had a Lonely Planet guide book of China, how convenient we though. We bought it for what we thought was a good deal, new in packaging and all. While stopped, we were surrounded by people trying to sell us other goods such as hats, lighters, wallets, etc. We each bought a hat and finally told our driver to go on. As he left we noticed the the book guy gave him a tip (for bringing us by that corner we assume). Our guide book had recommended a restaurant called Pepperoni's. We went there and enjoyed a cheap Italian style meal. We promised we would be back.
Our cyclo driver waited outside as we had dinner, then aboard his cyclo he took us back to the place we had left a pair of Jesse's shorts to be repaired. The poor driver, he asked us if we wanted to go shopping, saying he could drive us around for an hour. We said no, back to where you picked us up. He agreed but as we were pushed along we were sure he was taking us in the wrong direction. We kept telling him back to tailors, to the clothing shop, etc. He would say "yes shop shop". We thought he was taking us to shops where he would get coupons for bringing tourists. Jesse even threatened to jump out at one point. Boy were we surprised when we turned the corner in front of the tailor and the cyclo dropped us off exactly where he had picked us up. We tipped him well for the inconvenience of arguing and doubting him.
Later that day we walked to a book exchange. Inside we found the same Lonely Planet China guidebook that we had bought, the same edition and all, except this one was a fraction of the price we paid. It was then that we learned that these guys selling books on the street were selling photo copies of the original book! With a color cover that looks exactly the same as the real deal, so for the unsuspecting foreigner who is used to paying a lot, it's a big money scam. So we had been taken, at least we had a guide book for China. The info is all there, although the maps are a little unclear.
That night we went to a water puppet show. Like many things in Vietnam (and most of Asia) the seats were quite small. Even my legs were touching the seat in front of me. Jes and many other foreigners had some real difficulty in the chairs. A band of 7 people played traditional instruments, while from behind a bamboo curtain set in a shallow pool of water, puppets would come out and act. There were 17 different scenarios, all done to live music. The show was really wonderful. We enjoyed it so much that we decided we would come back and see it again, maybe in better seats. We made it back to our hotel without getting hit by any motorbikes, phew.
The next day was a Friday in which most things around the city are closed. We learned that the temple of literature was open, so decided to get a taxi there. We thought we would be smart and asked the taxi driver to use his meter. He happily agreed and we had a lovely chat all the way there, then when we were about a minute from our destination (a 5 min drive) the meter suddenly sped up like crazy. When we had arrived the guy wanted the equivalent of $10 for the cab ride. It may not sound like much, but it should have cost about $2-3. When we started to argue, he suddenly did not speak any English. We gave up and paid him with a large bill, and then he had the nerve to attempt to not give us back proper change! Jes wouldn't have it, he sat there until the driver finally gave in and gave us proper change.
So once again we had been scammed in Hanoi, and it was only our second day! As we talked with other travelers we learned that you never go by the meter in Vietnam, as many of the meters are fixed. They just push a hidden switch and the meter speeds up. We also shared the general feeling like we were being ripped off at every chance more than in any other country we had visited, sadly.
Later that evening we went to a cinema that played French movies with English sub-titles. The movie wasn't great, but it was interesting being in the old theater, watching a black and white flick. Afterwards we headed to the pub where we hoped to meet the Irish couple, it was called Red Mao's, but they were not there. So we stayed a few hours listening to some great tunes and enjoying cold drinks.
We found a nice place for lunch then started to walk in the direction the locals pointed us. After 10 min of uphill we could see why the cyclo gave up. lol We found a man with the oldest cyclo we had ever seen. It was covered in mud and looked like it could fall apart at any moment, but we were far from tourist areas, and had not seen a taxi or cyclo since leaving the amusement park. He took us and another 5 min up the road we turned into the museum. As we did the group of cyclo and taxi drivers laughed at our poor old cyclo driver and kept pointing at his pitiful cyclo. He didn't seem to care though as he took our agreed fee with a smile.
As we walked into the museum at the Mausoleum we were approached by a guy wearing an ID badge that said he worked at the museum and would give us a tour. The museum closed in just over an hour and he said the tour would take 45 min then we could walk around. We learned a lot about Ho-Chi-Min and what he did for the people of Vietnam, as well as some of the wars and history of Vietnam. It was a very well done museum. Then our guide led us outside. When we said we wanted to look around some more he said we were not allowed in once we left. He also demanded double the price as he said the price he quoted us was per person. Did I mention it came up during the tour that his name did not match the badge and he admitted that the I.D. badge was his cousin's? lol Anyway, we only gave him what we agreed upon and left. We had enjoyed the tour but not the extortion attempt at the end. Some luck we have been having.
We went to look at the famous one pillar pagoda, which was nice, but we had seen many pagoda's, so one sprouting out of a single pillar wasn't at the top of our list. We enjoyed a walk around the lake in the center of the town that evening, before heading back to our new favorite dining spot since Dukes in Chiang Mai, yep, Pepperoni's.
We met our driver and guide, who almost had the same names, the guide was Phong, and the driver was Phung. lol The drive out was a bit tedious, we slept for a lot of it, watching the traffic on the busy highway was a bit frightening (even for me). After 2 hours on the road we arrived at the park. The primate centre was very neat, we saw at least 6 different species of primates. Apparently when the (lets just call them monkeys for simplicity sake), when the monkeys arrive they stay in cages for a bit, before being put into a bigger community cage. The monkeys we saw were in big outdoor cages with others of their kind, and they were being fed a steady diet of what looked like boring leaves, but they seemed to enjoy eating them anyway. There is a part to the rescue centre where the monkeys live in a semi-wild enclosure, much bigger, no visible cages but an electrified fence on the perimeter. We were not permitted to enter the enclosure but we saw monkeys swinging from tree branches and giving us looks from the safety of "their"Jungle.
Although we didn't get close enough to touch or interact with any of the monkeys (bummer), I did almost get bit though. As we left there was a large dog that had been following our group, obviously he lived at the primate rescue centre, and when I went to pet him he snapped at me! Apparently he thought I was out to get him, as if man's best friend might become lunch or something.. only in Vietnam I guess. lol Seriously though, they do eat dog meat in Vietnam, we stayed away from it of course, or so we think.
I think our tour guide had us pegged as wimps though, because the path to this tree was quite easy with minimal climbs, and he was rather hesitant when we got back to the car and told him we wanted to go to the "1000 year old tree" too. He explained it would be another 2 hours of hiking to which (after discussion) we said "lets do it!". He complied and off were went. It was a tougher hike for sure, but an hour in we made it to the bigger and cooler looking tree. Although upon further inspection it seemed like the bottom of the tree was really 3 trees that had joined together after 20 feet. It's footprint and roots were huge though.
Back to the car and we started heading out of the park, we had discussed earlier that we wanted to visit a cave we saw as we entered the park, but our guide fell asleep as soon as we got going, and by the time we woke him and mentioned the cave it was too late. Oh well, apparently we would be seeing caves the next day.
The mountainous limestone karsts of the area give it the name of "Halong Bay on land", and it was truly beautiful. As we rode we heard traditional music being played live by locals in a tent, we learned later that this music was funeral music, recognizable instantly by any local.
Poor Michelle sat beside her as we took the 40 minute ride back toward the starting point, and all the way the lady pleaded with her to buy scarfs or other embroidery. We had agreed to give them a tip anyway, and so we thought we would do it then instead of waiting until the end of the trip. This didn't persuade her to stop trying and when we got to the end of the trip she even started pleading for more of a tip! lol We were used to this sort of treatment from vendors but it was fairly annoying that we could not get away from it, especially for Michelle as she was as always overly polite.
One funny thing about Hanoi that I think we should mention. Many companies enjoy benefiting from the success of another. For example, there were a few tour companies, hotels, etc. That had made a name for themselves, and usually they were mentioned in the guide book. Many other companies would simply "adopt" the name as well. So you had to be very careful making sure you were going to the "legitimate" company and not a rip-off. This was especially true for one tour company called "Sinh Cafe" who had no less then 20 storefronts in the city, 19 of them probably not the original. lol
We used the rest of the afternoon to check into a new guest house, get to an ATM, and then head to the small island called Jade island, which is in the middle of Hoan Kiem lake, the centerpiece of Hanoi. There is a small temple still in use on the island called Ngoc Son. Despite being a nice place to take some pictures of the decorative bridge and treed edges of the lake, there is a giant mummified turtle on site! Apparently these turtles (the same as the mummified one) used to occupy the lake, although sadly these days they have all disappeared.
After breakfast we headed to Cat Ba island, where we boarded a bus. We went on a short trek for what ended up being 90 minutes, attempting to stay in the shade of the trees as much as possible. The hike wasn't too strenuous, which was ideal as we had an elderly couple and kids in our gang. Jes enjoyed talking to an elderly gentleman named Dell, an American who used to work in the airline industry. He thought it would be polite to stay at the back of the pack and walk with him, which allowed his wife to walk with the rest of the group. Her name was Ha, and she was Vietnamese although Dell and her had met and been living in the US for almost 30 years. As it was mid-day the sun was out in force, and the heat was on.
M Next we returned to our motorbike/scooter and drove up to see the hospital cave. It is a big cave that was used during the war as, believe it or not.. a hospital. As we drove up a guy came out waving and said we could park across from it at his place if we paid him. We saw no other cars on the side of the road and didn't want a ticket, so agreed to pay him half of what he asked. When we got inside though we found a small cave with an old rusted door that was locked. On our way down we ran into a family from Sweden going up. They were as confused as we were. We went back to the guy who had our bikes and he invited us into his home for tea. His home was just one room where a baby was sleeping, a few chairs and a table and there were a few teens also hanging out. He taught us how to 'cheers' in Vietnamese. Then he clinked Jesse's glass, but when he did mine he hit it quite hard and I dropped my glass, which shattered on the ground. I felt really bad, although I have a feeling it may have been a scam that he does with many tourists. He never asked for any money, but when we paid for our parking we gave him a few extra dollars for the glass.
As we started to drive away a guy pulling up beside us on a bike and told us he was the guide for the hospital cave. We told him about the big rusty door and he assured us he had the key to it. We wanted to see inside the cave as it was apparently quite the facility, but decided to return later after seeing the national park and fishing village. He agreed to return at 4 o'clock. So we started down the road again, realizing as we drove past we had probably went to the rear entrance, in fact the exit of the hospital cave.
After twenty minutes on the road we found we had caught up again with the family from Sweden, a middle aged couple with their 10 year old daughter. They were on two bikes. The fishing village was quite modern and we drove by, waving to the children and smiling at the locals. Nothing led us to want to stop and take pictures though. Just outside of the village was a small home that had a nice outside restaurant setup, obviously for the tourists that came by, being that the sign was in English. It had beautiful flowers and was surrounded by rice fields. We sat down and ordered lunch, and while waiting the Swedish family caught up and joined us. We enjoyed their company and ended up talking with them for a couple hours. We learned they had been living in Ho Chi Min city, as the father was a pilot and had a contract with Vietnam airlines. Their English was really incredible, we had no problems understanding them and they had a large vocabulary!
That evening in Hanoi after our fourth and final dinner in our favorite restaurant.. Pepperoni's! We headed back to the water puppet theater, as we had enjoyed it so much the first time. Just minutes before the show started we walked up to the ticket window. We asked for an isle seat due to the lack of leg room, and the lady said there were front row seats available! So we had amazing seats, and again we really enjoyed the show, although for me it wasn't as good as the first time being that we knew the story, and it seemed like the singers were different as well. After the show as we walked home, guess who we ran into? The mom and daughter of the Swedish family we had met on Cat Ba island!
We had given them the nickname Swiss Family Sweden. lol We talked to them for bit before heading back to the hotel for the night. We didn't feel like braving the streets to do souvenir shopping after our previous experiences in Hanoi, besides the prices just didn't seem as reasonable as those in Laos and Thailand.
The next day we joined a Thai guy from our hotel and shared a taxi out to the airport. We had a fun filled and interesting 10 days in Vietnam, although we wished we had more time to see the rest of the country.
Next stop was Bangkok for their new years festival.
All our Vietnam pictures can be viewed online at our Picasa web album. Click here to go there.
2 comments:
For the love of God Michelle. When you want to say that you have been bit (rhymes with hit, sit) that is how it is spelled not bite which rhymes with fight, kite, etc. Also, were is different from we're meaning we are. Bet you aren't wishing now that you fixed the comment function. Oh and George Bush sucks as does their health care.
Thanks Jules, corrections have been made, honestly Michelle can't take all the blame as I "edited" the whole post and used bite incorrectly a few times myself. The blog has to be interesting with that many references to being bit don't you think? hehe
Anyway, I'm glad we have a resident teacher spell checking for us. Yes, your sister is hopeless. Thanx
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