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Author: Riche (More Trip Reviews by Riche)
Date of Trip: August 2009



20 July HoChiMinhCity (Though most locals still call it Sai Gon)
Hi all The flight on Vietnam Airlines from SYD SGN is day time 8.5 hours and an eventless day. The aircraft had a distant movie screen hung from the ceiling and only a terribly romantic Vietnam movie on offer-Girl meets boy, girl feels betrayed, girl goes into relapse, girl realizes she was wrong, bloke still hanging around, happy ending. But the crew were reasonably attentive and meals/drinks were okay. Arrival in SaiGon HCMC was something different. What an energetic city, small motor bikes by the thousand zooming along every street, congealing at intersections, bursting out when the light turns green. The first information given to me by my guide, Djien, 'when you cross the road, walk slowly, don't stop, don't run, don't turn back, just walk straight'. And, hey presto, the motor cyclists and cars open around you, allowing you just enough space to cross, and close up behind. It's a bit like Moses parting the Red Sea, closing it again for the Egyptians.

My hotel, the 5* Caravelle is fantastic. A very historic hotel, home, during the 1950-1960's of several consulates, and of most reporters during the war until 1976. From the rooftop bar journalists were filming the arrival in Saigon of the VietCong, and the helicopter departure of the South VN president and cabinet. One journalist is claimed to have said that he covered the entire war from the rooftop bar of the Caravelle Hotel. The hotel is in the very centre of the city, across the road from the French built Opera House (performances every Saturday), a few minutes walk from the Notre Dame Cathedral and most other colonial buildings, and from the busy road that provided the r&r facilities for USA soldiers (still filled with crowded bars), and from the street and covered markets of the city.

After checking in at the hotel my guide walked me towards the market, giving me 'road crossing information', but heavy rain disrupted the planned 'City Tour by foot', so we settled into an ice-cream café instead and enjoyed both the treat and the passing parade. Two sundae style bowls: cost 72,000 Dong ($4.00).

In the heavy rain during this walk, and later on another, I was soaked thru- twice- while exploring. Both pairs of jeans-my entire wardrobe, wet. So I returned to the market to buy 2 more pairs, US$10 each. I slipped behind the low counter-come-display shelf, slipped off my wet jeans, tried on multiple pairs until we found I needed 40 in denim and 42 in cotton. Countless people passing by but it seemed acceptable to stand there pantless while others searched for size and color around me. Fitted, measured and shortened on the spot at extra cost one dollar. As my shirt was also soaked through the sales girl at the matchbox sized stall suggested a shirt, so I pulled off soggy top as well, dried off a bit with a towel someone passed me and, now just in underpants, bought a polo shirt and t-shirt as well. As it was now 5.45pm and the market closed at 6pm, the girls started packing away the displays while I waited for the jean shortening to complete, then as these were handed over to me, I put the dry, new pair on and, resplendent in new jeans and a dark red polo shirt, invited the young sales cutie to dinner at a street cafe next door. She smiled, said yes but for one hour only. I had fresh pawpaw juice and grilled chicken with pink rice, she had beef noodles and a coke, and we had a great conversation for an hour. She liked pop music, western songs but sung in the Vietnamese translation by local bands, Michael Jackson, Gloria Jeans coffee, pizza and only wore traditional Vietnam clothes when she visited her grandmother in the village. Then she hopped on her Chinese-made Landsin motorbike and disappeared into the maze of traffic. Turned out she was 28 but looked 18. It is hard to tell age here. Cost of the meal for two? $5.20. Cheapest date I've ever had.

22 July Guided tour impossible to do this morning. Rain stops play. Apparently the downpour averaged 100mm per hour over a four hour period, resulting in road flooding, traffic congestion, the total disappearance of motor bikes from the streets. Apparently the cities drainage system was designed, by the French, to cope with rain of 36mm per hour. But across the road was the inviting Paradise Coffee Shop so I took the chance, got soaked through again, but read my book over a reasonably good cappuccino for an hour. Then I had Noodle Soup at a nearby, white-tile-white-walled, concrete-floored 'restaurant' called 'Noodle Soup for the President', as Bill Clinton stopped here mid street-walk and had a bowl during his visit. (Noodle soup: 36,000 Dong- $2.00, and a great meal) The afternoon filled with a long meeting at the office with my business partner, Son and Mai Thi, putting together cycle bike tours, 125cc motorbike tours, a cooking class, etc. Now I am heavily laden with brochures and maps.

23 July I had a good day today: no rain, sunny, 36 degrees with 97% humidity, went to the CuChi tunnels, dug and used by VietCong to infiltrate up to 60km of SaiGon-a very impressive visit. The tunnels are, in fact, an engineering masterpiece, down 3 levels with storage and meeting rooms, kitchen areas. CuChi includes about 200km of tunnels with small, concealed entrances. There are also examples of the 'hole-in-the-ground' style traps that seriously wounded and distracted American soldiers. The traps were probably not capable of killing immediately (though some had bamboo spikes dipped in snake poison), but must have resulted in lots of painful screaming from the victim. Meant to terrify and distract the enemy who, henceforth, would be more carefully inspecting the ground in front of the next footfall, rather than the surrounding jungle where snipers might be hiding. Good day out, well, for me at any rate, I did not fancy the chances of those Americans. Though only 60Km each way, traffic results in 2.5 hours each way.

I talked politics with my young male guide, Djien, on the drive back to HCMC. He is 29 years old, married, a daughter age 4. So he is very much a child of the 'new' Vietnam. My opening question is, 'What do you think? Was HoChiMinh more a Communist or more a Liberator?' The answer, immediately, is 'Liberator'.

Perhaps few young people in VN today know the meaning of 'communist'. Market stalls are filled with both big and small entrepreneurs, every Honda motorcyclist is an unofficial taxi, even the HCMC government is considering charging pedlars for the use of pavement space. There is little evidence of 'communism'. 'But maybe, my guide continues, he was communist too. Mr Ling, after HoChiMinh dead, he maybe is the hero and Liberator. With Gorbachev he make the economy free, that why Vietnam today so good. So I think, HoChiMinh is communist, Ling is liberator.'

8.30pm now, had a G+T during happy hour, now pooped and going to bed. So far (3 days) and excluding jeans, I have not yet spent all of the $40 I changed into Dong. Very cheap here.

24 July Hi Had a good day yesterday. The 70km drive to the Mekong Delta took about 2.5 hours, poor roads, traffic, local villages where the people spread the rice harvest across the road to dry, so that traffic then needs to slowly weave around the rice or drive in the slush on the roadside. Great local tradition. I saw one young boy on a Yamaha race across a patch of drying rice. He was stopped by other locals who gave him what appeared to be a very stern verbal lecture. The roads are obviously meant for drying rice!. In the Delta I boarded a boat to cross the river, very big and wide and flowing quite swiftly because of all the rain, to several islands. Here we walked through local reed-hut villages, saw the locals distilling 'rice wine' -alcohol content 40% I was told as I sampled it. A variation is rice wine with added 'medicine'. This could include any combination of leaves, roots, snakes, frogs, scorpions- and these are only the recognizable ingredients. Then I boarded a small canoe style boat paddled by 2 women -one in front, one at the back, paddling. The younger, toothless one in front thought I was very handsome-I love this place. We paddled through narrow canals with coconut fronds forming an arch above. All very pretty.

On the way home rain pelted down again and traffic stopped so we pulled into a restaurant for lunch- balls of deep fried sticky rice, spring rolls and rice pancakes. Very strong, black coffee is the more popular drink, but green tea is sold both hot and with ice. Many of the tea-shops in the villages have tables and stools, and a hammock beside each table. Great Idea! I could sometimes do with a kip during my coffee breaks from the office. Apparently, with so much traffic on small motorbikes, time for a snooze midway to the destination is welcomed. Got back to the fabulous Caravelle Hotel at about 5pm, a long day, to shower etc before meeting Son and Mai Thi for dinner and music on a floating restaurant on the SaiGon River. 25 July The cruise-dinner was fantastic. The boat, to a traditional Dragon-boat design, was recently built by a man from Austria. His daughter, trained in hospitality, now manages it. They do a 2-hour Dinner Cruise every night. Big buffet style dinner, local entertainment with dancers for first 30 minutes, then modern jazz, a great wine selection including some superb South African varieties. Over dinner we shared a bottle of Nederburg Sav Blanc from South Africa (Cape Town), beautifully dry and crisp the way an excellent Sav Blanc should be, and a more fruity Pinotage. Wine US$5 per bottle! Tomorrow? Transfer to the airport for the short flight north to DaNang.

27 July Hoi An
The flight HCMC to DaNang was a short 70 minutes and, on arrival, I was met on arrival in DaNang by Nguyen, my guide with a serious bout of flu, and shown the Cham Museum (built by the French, of course), and the greatly over-rated 'Marble Mountain', Then we drove along the famous (or notorias) China Beach, used extensively for USA r&r until 1976, and now filled with super deluxe beach hotels offering r&r to the hordes of French tourists who apparently enjoy visiting one of the final vestiges of French colonial influence. 30km further we were in Hoi An, a delightful small ex fishing village of some 100,000 people, now mostly involved in selling goodies to tourists. The process is the same so the locals have easily adapted- the hook, now a pretty young VN girl, is placed at the shop entry, and the tourists bite. The beautiful, 200+ year old buildings have become art and coffee shops, bars and restaurants, cars are not permitted in the narrow streets of the town centre, but small motorbikes are (perhaps they should rename this town Hon Da?) with riders skilled in avoiding a collision at the final moment. The three nights spent there were one too many, but as I had the tummy runs on day 3 the rest day was appreciated. This town is very pretty and tourist friendly. I am housed in a fantastic resort style hotel located on the banks of a wide river. I sit on the Balinese-style stoop of my room and watch the river traffic- small fishing boats, larger, traditional-style boats transferring goods, the ferry to the village across the river. Palm trees sway in the light breeze, someone brings me a 'no-charge' bowl of diced dragon-fruit, mango and pawpaw. This is the life!

My guide and driver will be here in 5 minutes so just a quick mail. Weather is hot and steamy but no more rain. This morning we follow some mountain roads to a town called Hue (pronounced 'Way') for a night. Then its the overnight train to Hanoi.

28 July Hue

Hi all Another sticky day. My tummy wobbles have disappeared but my guide for the past 4 days, Nguyen, has the flu so now I am sniffling. Bought some Panadol which seems to have limited effect. This morning we drove- 5 hours to do 135km, across the mountain pass-the only road joining north and south Vietnam. The road ascends the mountain in a series of switchbacks with dense vegetation all the way from the ocean below us to the summit above. On the summit the concrete USA bunkers, with cannon pointing north, still dominate the scene. This mountainous, coastal road is the only land connection between south and north but, since 6 years ago, the higher part of the pass has been diverted through a 6.5km tunnel. As the US military controlled the pass, so the VietCong developed the HoChiMinh trail through Cambodia and Laos, and were thus able to take arms and men to within 60km of SaiGon. After the pass the coastal plain is flat with rice paddies and ancient villages where the population appear to still specialize in a single craft. 'This town a woodmaking village', says Nguyen, 'this one for incense sticks, this one make gong from brass for the temple'. And so on to the town of Hue where I spend tonight. Actually a city. Population, I am told, of maybe 1 million, and certainly the surprise of this tour, young backpackers fill every bar and cranny. But more about that later. En-route to my very flashy resort-style hotel, located on the banks of the Perfume River, we visited the burial sites of past emperors-those of the 19th century, tombs and temples paid for by their French colonial masters. We visit 'The Citadel', a very imposing palace complex of the early 19th C, entirely paid for by the French taxpayer and an incredible example of early concrete construction. Here the VietCong hid (it's only 60km from the USA base at DaNang) so the gallant American's obliterated large sections of the palace. This is now being re-constructed using UNESCO funds (read USA taxpayers) and, a large sign says, the Mercedes Benz company of Germany. At one of the temples at MySon, possibly constructed by the Cham people about 1000 years ago-perhaps the same civilization that constructed Angor-wat in Cambodia, I photographed two young girls who approached and wanted to practice their English- both just graduated from Teaching School in Hanoi and now hoping to find work.

8.00pm Hue seems to be the place to party if you are young. I've just returned from a 60 minute cyclo-rickshaw tour and the bars and cafes are filled to the brim with backpackers from Canada, France, Germany, some English and a few straggling Australians who, already at 7pm, look as though they will not find their way home tonight. What is it with Australians?

On my walk back to my hotel I came across Nguyen, drinking tea at a pavement 'tea shop' with three of his friends-all guides. I asked if I could join and they called for more tea. 'So, tell me, was HoChiMinh more of a communist, or more of a Liberator?' DaNang is the most northern city of what was South Vietnam, and a major base for the USA- China Beach their major recreation site. Hue is the first town in what was North Vietnam. The two towns are separated by the mountain pass. 'A communist', replies one of Nguyen's friends. 'We were already liberated from communism when the Americans were here.' 'I was 12 when the Americans left', adds Nguyen. 'We were so frightened of the northern people. They are different to us. You know, they speak very nice, but what they do is different. You understand what I mean? For ten years we hide away, don't argue, don't talk, just do what they say. It is better now.'

If I were less sniffly I might still be out there, discussing politics, partying tonight, but instead, it's another Panadol and beddi-byes. Tomorrow at 5pm I board the overnight train to HaNoi.



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