Meg and I hadn’t gone on a trip since Singapore and we were
definitely feeling the travel bug as March Break approached. The teacher
culture is unique here: as holidays approach, we’re all asking each other “Which
country are you travelling to?” Hong Kong, Phillippines, Thailand are popular
spots. This time Meg and I would be jetting to Vietnam.
In preparation, we watched Oliver Stone’s 1986 film Platoon
to get a feel of the country during the War. Megan had only really seen the
Vietnam War through the eyes of Forrest Gump. Platoon was two birds with one
stone since it was about Vietnam and also a Best Picture winner (to scratch it
off Megan’s list).
After a late night birthday bash for Megan (more on that in
another post!), we woke up at 3am, caught an airport “limo” and caught our
flight to Hanoi around 6am. We had applied for ‘Visas on Arrival’ beforehand
and paid for the service; what we didn’t realize was that there was a
processing fee to actually get the Visas after disembarking from the plane. No,
they didn’t accept credit. No, there wasn’t an ATM around anywhere. Luckily we
had enough joint American/Malaysian money to pay for the visas. Otherwise, we
may have been sent back! Not bringing the local currency may seem reckless, but
our SE Asia adventures have consisted of always arriving in the country and
getting that country’s currency from the ATM. Pretty posh. Next time we’ll read
the fine print and bring enough extra dough for those extra fees.
Hanoi, Vietnam: the capital. This is one busy town. Our
hotel was in the Old Quarter of the city. The buildings come right to the
street and there are no sidewalks to speak off. When I say Old Quarter, I mean
old; this was one of the original neighbourhoods of Hanoi dating back to 1010
(the city itself dates back to 3000 BC!). There was an old building made by the
French originally called the Hotel Metropole; it’s a nice colonial building
facing a major roundabout; now, it lodges restaurants and bars, as well as a
KFC. How times have changed.
We were staying at
the Dragon Rising Hotel; there are a lot of hotels named Dragon
something-or-other, so it’s important to know exactly where your hotel is. There
seems to be no law and order when it comes to traffic. Everyone honks at
everyone which seems to defeat the purpose of honking since it becomes almost
white noise, but the kind of white noise that can make you go absolutely
bonkers. Motorbikes are everywhere and fly through intersections honking at
people and things to get out of their way. Intersections involve vehicles
inching their way forward from all sides, creating a slowly moving gridlock of
sorts. It was a headache to walk these streets. I had the morbid fantasy of
clothes-lining some of these motorbikers off their bikes, to which Megan gave
me an eyebrow raise of concern. We couldn’t stay in this city long.
Exercising. |
Our first full day consisted of walking around Hanoi and
visiting a few of the major sites. We first went to the Ho Chi Minh Mausoleum.
We waited in line for roughly an hour, had to check our camera and water (who
checks water? We picked it up later), and eventually strolled past the embalmed
body of Vietnamese revolutionary leader Ho Chi Minh. Like Mao and Lenin, he is
encased in glass, looking like a waxwork statue. No pictures were allowed,
unfortunately. People just silently did the route around the body and exited
right. Megan later asked me ‘who was that?’ I explained to her. She had misunderstood
the reason for the visit. “I knew it was called the Ho Chi Minh Mausoleum, but
I didn’t think we’d be seeing his creepy dead body.” We laughed about this
confusion.
We later went to the Ho Chi Minh museum (no dead bodies),
and later the Temple of Literature. This was recommended as one of the hot
spots, but it was a real letdown. Very small and crowded. Maybe I worked myself
up by the name ‘Temple of Literature.’ Sounds like a place I’d want to visit
and hang out in forever, right? Well, the answer is no.
Ho Chi Minh Mausoleum. |
Statue of Ho Chi Minh. |
The Temple of Literature. |
We strolled down to the former Hanoi Hilton (Hoa Lo Prison),
the prison-turned-museum. The prison used to contain Vietnamese Communists when
the country was ruled by the French and later American POWS when it was ruled
by North Vietnam. One of its famous occupants was Senator John McCain, whose
plane had been shot down in North Vietnam during the war. He was a prisoner
there from 1967-1973; during his imprisonment he was tortured; his wounds left
him with lifelong physical limitations.
Hanoi Hilton. |
Before leaving Hanoi, we visited the Water Puppet Theatre,
which consists of having puppets dance upon the surface of the water. The
puppeteers are hidden behind curtains. It’s a cool effect, but Megan didn’t
love it. To tell the truth, it was a bit hot and cramped in the theatre which
caused us to be slightly drowsy. A fun event, nonetheless.
Halong Bay. We booked a one night, two day trip aboard a
boat to the much visited UNESCO World Heritage Site of Halong Bay. We shopped
around for a good boat: lower cost would definitely produce a lower result her;
we got a good deal for a honeymoon suite on one of the ‘junks’ that had a
balcony. Halfway on the bus-ride to the boat, our tour guide tells us we can’t
have our suite. I say ‘no way, we paid for it. Fix the problem.’ It seems like
they had overbooked it, which wasn’t surprising. He came back and told me the
problem was fixed. Apparently, he fixed the problem by telling the other couple
who had booked the balcony room that they couldn’t have it; they passively
accepted this. Lovely. Dog eats dog world.
The boat and room met our expectations; we could have
travelled on that boat for years. The scenery was gorgeous despite their being
a lot of other boats in the area and a fair share of garbage floating on the
water. We explored some caves, travelled through a floating village by kayak,
and jumped off the top of boat. Megan worked herself for the jump; I went for
extra.
Engine Trouble. |
Waiting on the Engine Trouble. |
We met a nice Dutch couple named Neils and Roos, who felt
like kindred spirits. We ended up playing a board game named Carcassonne with
them while the crew pained our ears with screeching karaoke. Sleeping on this
boat and waking up to the view of the island peaks was divine. We simply didn’t
want to leave.
Roos and Mark |
Meg and Neils |
We returned to Hanoi and went souvenir shopping; Megan
haggled down a painting using her mad skills. Her story was that she only had a
specific amount of money left since we were going home and that we didn’t want
to take out more. They agreed to the lowered price… did we get a good deal? Hmm…
Buying a Painting |
Our painting: bottom-left |
Ho Chi Minh City/Saigon. We took a domestic flight in order
to save time travelling from north to south and arrived in a completely
different city than Hanoi. Saigon is a completely westernized setting. They
have sidewalks! We felt relaxed and able to wonder around comfortably. Here, we
woke up at 5am in the morning (thanks to the hotel wakeup call) and went
jogging around a park located next to Reunification Palace (formerly the
Presidential Palace). We had also jogged in Hanoi around the Hoan Kiem lake in
the Old Quarter. In both cities, there were so many people up at this hour
exercising, but almost none of them were jogging. Most walk or do cardio dance
moves to music. It’s a great feeling to wake up that early; you see a
completely different side of a city. It may become a new hobby. However, we
still stood out as foreigners since we were the only people jogging.
Cu chi Tunnels. About
30 minutes outside of Saigon, there is a replica of the old Viet Cong tunnel
systems that plagued the American army. The system is quite extraordinary. They
had nearly everything underground: even a kitchen. The smoke from the kitchen
would be pumped out a ways away so that the Americans couldn’t accurately
locate the tunnels. There were terrifying booby traps whose only goal was to
maim and kill. At one part, our tour guide stopped and asked if we saw it. We
couldn’t. She then swept her foot and revealed a tiny lid in the ground;
underneath, was a tunnel! Both Megan and I tried it out, descending down into
the entrance, but I forgot to keep my arms straight up since your shoulders get
stuck in the entrance if you don’t. For a second, I thought they’d have to dig
me out.
The entire time in this jungle was spent listening to
thunderous discharge of machine guns at the gun range. It felt like being in
the War. Meg and I both thought it wasn’t appropriate to get our kicks at a gun
range in a spot where so many people had died, so we declined. However, we did
accept the offer of travelling 100 metres underground through the tunnel
system. Only 3 of us did the full 100 metres which was the longest option; the
tunnels were widened for tourists; I can’t imagine what they had been like
before. The tunnels were quite an experience; I can’t imagine being in them
with an American army above the ground looking for you.
Back in Saigon (Ho Chi Minh City), The War Remnants Museum
was quite a traumatizing experience for two reasons. One, the pictures of
citizens affected by Agent Orange during the War were horrendous. The images
seemed right out of a horror movie. Second, the propaganda in most of the
exhibits was nauseating. The atmosphere was so one-sided and anti-American. It
was a messy war, yes, which is a bit of an understatement, but the museum only depicted
the North Vietnamese as heroes fighting the evil American empire. The Americans
did commit atrocities, but what about North Vietnam? Nonetheless, there was a
great photo exhibit, assembled by objective photographers that had no
propaganda; it detailed the photographs taken by journalists during the War.
Quite a powerful exhibit.
Some Propaganda |
On our last day we visited the Mekong Delta. The Mekong was
an old friend. We had travelled down it on a boat for two days in Laos; we
slept beside it for a few nights in Don Det. And here was its end as it spread out
into the South China Sea. Meg didn’t feel great, so our exciting fun was
limited this day. We visited Handicapped Handicrafts, an interesting play on
words, where persons with disabilities put together crafts. We drank honey tea,
ate coconut candy, took a nap in a hammock and were ferried down a tiny river
by guides who kept asking for a $5 tip. I poked my finger into a bee hive to
get that juicy honey and also wrapped a giant snake around my body like a
flamboyant fashion accessory. It was quite a day! We also saw a school group all wearing the same neon blue Playboy t-shirt; it was strange and hilarious seeing tweens wearing a Playboy t-shirt so innocently.
A Dab of Honey |
Honey Tea |
At the end, we grabbed our rolled up painting and our
tickets, then hopped on a flight back home to KL!
Until our next trip! (Which will be actually soon!)
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