Tuesday 8 November 2011

Day 69 - Ninh Binh

Was told bus would arrive at 18.30 yesterday, came at 20.00 instead. Played cards with myself 'til I was bored out of my head. Small child took a liking to them though, kept me entertained while her mother had dinner. Got on the bus - upper middle berth, beside the toilet. yay.

Coincidentally, Bobby was in the bed beside me, which only had enough length for his head to his knees - no hole for his feet. Consider myself lucky. Restless night's sleep, only about six hours total. Arrive in NB around 6am, and wander around until I come across the Queen Mini hotel. Room for one, great wifi and hot water. I'm a new man!

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View from my room

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Pork mí soup for breakfast. The café owner comes out and pokes the canopy for a few minutes. Knocking all the autumn leaves onto the street. He gathers them into a pile, and then sets fire to them. Simple and effective.

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Renting a scooter turned out to be a superb idea. Regretted not riding Spencer's motorbike, and not renting one to go from Hoi An to Hué, so that regret has been voided! A Dutch girl called Marie-Anna was my inspiration, had breakfast with her this morning - she's off to Cuc Phuong national park tonight.

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First stop of the day (once I'd gotten the hang of the scooter) was Tráng An, a lake set amongst huge rock formations, and featuring numerous caves. I teamed up with an Israeli couple - Ronnie and Maggie - in a boat. Our rower was an older Vietnamese lady, who occasionally rowed with her feet and was quite brash about looking for a tip at the end of our trip (combined price 24000VND). The karst caves themselves were wondrous - sometimes so low we had to sit on the bottom of the boat, a few larger chambers, always emerging into the daylight, like entering a new world each time. The whole trip was calming and serene.

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I stayed with the Israelis to visit a nearby temple Bai Dinh. Following the signs, we climbed a few flights of steps to discover a couple of simple temples, and shrines in caves. One of these pierced all the way through the mountain, bringing us out the far side in a secluded valley, lush and verdant, almost virgin. We then walked back, and followed a dirt track to find the new temple, replete with three huge Buddhas, and several thousand small ones. The old temple had existed since 1090 (I think that's what the guide said), but the new one was still under construction. It was massive, like a fortress with two huge gates, enclosing walls, a new pagoda (ten stories high?) and several smaller buildings.

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After that I continued alone to Hoa Lu, the ancient citadel. Big let down. Just a couple of fairly simple temples, and a big open space like a car park. Raced home then to beat nightfall. Met a trio at the hotel who I'd seen earlier. They were trying to get to Hué, but it's so flooded that the buses aren't running. They succeeded in booking a train though. One of them was half-Irish (Limerick) and half-Mauritian (like Reza)! Also met a couple of Belgian girls who were also going to Hué, but are instead diverting to Sapa. Waiting for them to join me for dinner now.

Monday 7 November 2011

Day 68 - Dong Ha

Breakfast at the hostel yesterday. Said hello to an Aussie from Perth - Chad. He instantly offers to be my tour guide for when I get there. Very outgoing chap. Hailey and Katie arrive down, then Bobby, and John appears at 11. We wander down to the citadel, Hué's focal point. There's not a lot to see - some crumbling walls, a few stately out-buildings. We get lunch in a café where the proprietor is deaf, and mostly mute. He's excellent at charades though! Lovely squid for me. Bobby and Katie try the Hué speciality, a kind of eggy pancake, but it's rather greasy.

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Bobby, Hailey, Katie, John

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Frogs coming out in the rain

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The rain has started, so we head to a bar for some pool (nearly won at doubles, potted all the balls myself, then Katie got the white with the black) and Cleudo! Amazingly, I got Cleudo right first time! Whoop! It ruined it for everyone else though. Chatted to two Irish girls who had been in the club last night - Cassie and Ciara. Ciara is full of passion for Bolivia.

Back to the hostel to wait with girls for their bus. They are forgotten about until they ring the bus company. Got talking to Chad again, and two Norwegians - Ingunn and Gretel. End up doing rounds of cocktails during happy hour. Joined by Dutchies - Molusch (?) and Arjen. So much sugar in the cocktails that I'm short of breath. Back to Brown Eyes again, plenty of dancing. The Vietnamese in the club are great craic, and shots appear at random in front of me. Aware that I have to be up at six, I run home through the lashing rain at about 2am.

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Wake okay, get brought by moto to a café, and meet Duncan and Anita, a Kiwi couple. I'm probably still a bit drunk. 15 of us on the tour, including Timmy from Cobh, and two Dutch guys who are travelling through Vietnam by motorbike. Also two Polish girls! First Poles I've met. The Norwegian sisters always to be Polish to get discounts in guesthouses.

Tour guide has a north Vietnamese bias, repeatedly mentioning the "liberation of south Vietnam". We visit the village of an ethnic minority - the Van Kieu tribe. Feels intrusive - treating them like they were exhibits in a zoo. The children didn't really know how to act, almost being frightened of us.

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Then to the remains of Khe-Sanh airbase, which now houses a small museum, and some tanks and aircraft. Finally the Vinh Moc tunnels, far larger than Cu Chi, they were a complete underground village - town hall, maternity room (17 babies born there) - and right by the beach. Almost able to comfortably walk in them.

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There was a Viet child there, who had been born in the tunnels, and spent six years living there. Severely impaired, he works as a guide in the dark, showing the way with a torch. We went through one section of about 300m, unlit. Some people used torches... I'm not sure what the point of experiencing complete darkness is, if you're going to use a torch. It's like talking in the cinema - ruins your experience, and that of others around you.

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Waiting in a dingy little café for the bus to Ninh Binh. Hope it arrives... and hope I can get off in the right place!

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Sunday 6 November 2011

Day 67 - Hué

Last suit fitting was okay. $120 to post everything via air, hope it makes it! Christmas presents are in there too. Old town had a wee bit of flooding. Caught the bus to Hué okay, after one last meal at Vi. Got chatting to a guy from Liverpool, John. Sitting in the front seat gave me a great view of the scenery, but also of the usual ruthless and relentless overtaking. Also much closer to the driver's horn, which seem to be particularly piercing.

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Flooding in Hoi An
Dozed across the Hai Van pass, green fields laid out below, stretching into the mist. Passed through Da Nang on the coast, with its dirty grey sea. Worrying moment when the driver got out with a spanner, but got to Hué fine. Walked to the hostel with John, bumping into S&N and Lee on the way. Room's a 10 bed dorm, big balcony area outside with a few people chilling. They invite me for a drink - Bobby from Essex, and Katie and Hailey from Scotland. Happy hour leads to pizza which leads to happy hour, and soon we're dancing in Brown Eyes 'til the wee hours.

Not sure what time we get back, smashed my Chinese watch yesterday, about six hours after I posted my Irish one home! Also met a Cork couple - Una and Eamon, and another English couple - Elliot and Naomi.

Saturday 5 November 2011

Day 66 - Hoi An

S&N and Lee left this morning for Hanoi, via Hué. Breakfasting at the lovely Vi Café, where we've eaten pretty much every meal since day one. Matriarch running it, a couple of younger helpers (teens/20s) and a small child. Very friendly.

So much damp stuff in my bag - everything smells funny.

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Random memory from Angkor Wat: loads of children selling postcards, bracelets, always "one doll-ah". One child - "postcards, one hundred million doll-ah". Good tactic.

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The women here often wear long silk dresses, with trousers. It flows from their shoulders, with a cut at the waist, showing a triangle of skin on either side. When cycling, they hold the tails with one hand, or if giving a lift, the person at the back holds it, like a page girl on a bike.

The staff at Yaly all wear them, a different colour every day - blue, red, purple...

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Been trying to make a plan for my last weeks in SE Asia. Came to the conclusion that I won't make it to a Thai island, instead I'll take my time through Laos. Will meet S&A in Hanoi, and Ger. Probably stop off in Ninh Binh first, depending what Hué is like.

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I don't think copyright exists in Vietnam at all. Never mind the DVDs and books ("our pirated DVDs are only copied from HD"), anything successful is copied. It's impossible to tell who the 'real' Easy Riders are, but even the names of the decent bus companies are copied. Then the online reviews become mixed and unreliable. It's always pot luck really.

Friday 4 November 2011

Day 65 - Hoi An

Cooking class this morning: me, N&S, Lee, and a couple from Melbourne - Luke and Amy. Wandered down to the Dao Tien in the lashing rain and met the chef, Viet. He took us down to market, telling us about various foods, sauces, fruits, meat, fish, etc. Back to the restaurant to make some spring rolls with shrimp, and Cao Lầu noodles - a Hoi An speciality. Braised eggplant was far tastier than I expected, and of course sautéed chicken was delicious. Two little trick flowers made from tomato or chili - good for meal presentation.

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Got a $4 haircut afterwards, and my ears cleaned. Thought he meant a cotton bud at first, then he broke out a head torch and some stainless steel tools. Felt like a tweezers and a scraper. One disgusting fragment in my right ear.

Spent the afternoon watching trading places.


Thursday 3 November 2011

Day 64 - Hoi An

Met Lee for breakfast this morning, then suit fitting at Yaly. They look well! 'Tracy' is the English name of my tailor. Rented some bikes and did a leisurely cycle down to Cua Dai beach, where someone tried to charge us $5 for parking. We split, headed a little out of town where we managed to find Lee. Us three lads went for a dip, then a lunch of squid before adjourning for the afternoon.

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Second fitting, still looking good. Met Lee and S&N for dinner - chatted a while with two Aussies - Alice & Fleur - and an Easy Rider - Duch - for a while beforehand. Booked bus for Sat to Hué at 12.30, then more cards and beer. Swapped decks with the waitress -her son collects cards, so my picturesque Irish deck was probably a nice catch.

Wednesday 2 November 2011

Day 63 - Hoi An

Seb & Nicci are still sleeping, so went for breakfast solo. Very friendly Vi café.

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Had fantastic fun last night. Met once more with the Easy Ride group we had seen several times, and I arranged with one of the Norwegians to meet them for drinks. About twenty minutes before eight, none of the three of us were feeling up to it, but dragged myself and the others out. Some dinner, though our groups were separate still - two different games of cards. Ralf, one of the Germans, left the, and we started one big game of Asshole. Gro-Iren and Beathe (Maureen) are the sisters from Norway, and Tim is the other German. Beath wants to be a prison guard, which is unusual (to me), but she sees it as just another career. GI is a bartender, but trained to be a social worker. They're heading to RSA in two weeks, then on to South America.

After cards we realised almost everywhere had shut, at 10.30pm. One bar - the Sun bar - was still open, so we adjourned there for some pool. Many drinks later, we were playing killer pool with Joe from Mayo, and Ausra, his Lithuanian girlfriend. The bar plied us with drinks (much appreciated shots of rum), and we were soon challenged to some doubles. Nicci & Maureen nearly beat a local father-son team, but potted the white with the black. Stumbled home, where Nicci was not well.

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Woke up around 10am, found the others around 12pm for a late breakfast. Went to Yaly's to take a look at suits, ended up buying two. Lots of choosing of fabrics, colours, etc., then measuring. Hope they look good tomorrow!

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Little wander around the old town then - lovely atmosphere, like a seaside village. Lots of cyclo-taxis - makes the passengers look like they're in a giant buggy, so that they're big babies. Just lazy really.

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Quick swim at the hotel, dinner and quiet beers. Got three tapestries for M&D. Beautiful art. My haggling has improved too. One was 200,000VND, I offered to pay 500,00 for three, and she demanded 400,000! Win!

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Writing Mammy's name on the tapestry

Lots of computer use - boring myself!

Tuesday 1 November 2011

Day 62 - [unknown]

The ethnic minorities here are like the Aborigines in Australia - butt of many jokes, source of frustration and tension for the government, and beset by many internal problems in dealing with modern life, like cheap alcohol. We saw a couple completely off their faces at 10.30am Sunday morning. Friendly individuals. Most of them wave or smile when we pass them, though many have surly expressions. They constantly carry a woven basket on their back, containing tools or the day's pickings.

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Lashing rain this morning - hoped it was just in the clouds in the highlands, but it's persevered as far as Hoi An. First stop of the day was a Ktu tribal hall. Spencer explained how every year the tribe kill a sacrificial buffalo, and decorate the hall with its skull, meaning a large collection of skulls for this particular tribe. They kill the buffalo at short range, each man spearing it with a bamboo stake. At the accompanying celebration, children as young as one year old will get drunk.

Following the course of a swollen, muddy river, we passed a hydro-electric dam, and a high waterfall. Then a Cao Dai temple, a religion made up of (as far as I can tell) all other religions. Incredibly tolerant of each individual's belief, here you worship as you wish, as long as it doesn't disturb others. Very friendly ministers/monks, it had a warm atmosphere, fitting for such an inclusive place. Bang An cham tower was the last stop before the city. Nearly forgot - had some fresh pineapple - watching the woman cut it with a knife was a pleasure - such skill and craftsmanship.

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Had to say goodbye to Peter and Sinh then. Such a wonderful pair. Peter, always laughing and joking. Sinh constantly teaching us about Vietnam. They'll get the bus back to Dalat, and a well-earned rest. Met Spencer for lunch, and then farewell to him also.

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