Hoi An

The last few days have been a welcome change of pace after the intensity of the motorcycle. Hoi An is an incredibly beautiful old town that has hardly changed in centuries (other than the influx of tourists of course). Because of its roots as a trading port, it is a wonderful mix of Chinese, Japanese, European and Vietnamese influences. Many of the streets are limited to bicycles and pedestrians only, so you're able to stroll and take in the ambience without the constant honking.

It is also known for its tailoring - we went to one shop and were fully measured out. After pointing to a Next catalogue of styles we like, we ordered a few things, and the next day came back to find everything ready, perfectly fitted. There is a reason so many clothes are made in Vietnam. Even indulged in leather shoes made perfectly for my feet (apparently one is slightly bigger than the other, who knew?).

Also did a day trip to My Son which is an a ruined city built by the Hindu Cham people back primarily in the 10th century, but some parts as old as the 8th century. It had been abandoned for centuries until rediscovered by the French during occupation. Sadly it was heavily bombed by the Americans, with many of the up to 20 metre high temples destroyed. It felt like a walk in a scene from Indiana Jones - utterly surreal.

Back On Two Feet

Arrived safely in Hoian after 6 amazing days riding around the Central Highlands on the back of a motorcycle. This is one of those posts I wished I was able to include maps and labeled pictures and such but unfortunately have to do the best I can from the phone!

In a nutshell - amazing. Mentioned earlier how we took a day trip around Dalat with a couple of Easy Riders who are local Vietnamese tour guides who drive you around on their motorcycles and show you the local area. We got along great with our guides (Quy and Tan) who speak excellent English and have a wicked sense of humour. So rather than get back on the bumpy bus to Hoian, we decided to take the much more scenic route on motorcycle, driving through villages and towns well off the beaten tourist track. Many of the people we saw rarely see foreigners, and waved at us like celebrities. The kids would run to the side of the road to say hello. Very cute.

The drive itself was an incredible experience, allowing us to take in the sights, sounds and smells of the countryside. We would stop often, where we would be told about the history of the area. Many of the stops were related to the war, whether it was a monument to unknown soldiers, a battlefield, or part of the Ho Chi Minh trail (used by the communists to travel to the south). Sometimes we would stop at a roadside building and view people making things such as rice paper, incense, wood carvings and pagoda drum making. We also stopped at 5 different minority villages, getting the opportunity to see how the different minority groups live.

And the food! We stopped for lunch at (very) local cafes, sampled fish wrapped in forest leaves that they picked while we saw the farm, at roadside fruit stands, everything. And for dinner, the most amazing local restaurants (pretty much just a room with a few plastic chairs) where we tried deer, goat, pork and beef using coal BBQs on your table, along with the most fresh veg and herbs you could imagine. All washed down with plenty of Saigon Beer or "Happy Water" (rice wine). Getting a bit tipsy with Quy was an experience in itself, listening to his take on modern Vietnam and his own story (he was orphaned during the war very young). Lots of hugs after our final beers in Hoian. He would especially miss "his baby" with the diamond eyes. Fi would do well here :)

Can definitely say we experienced a more authentic Vietnam - for better or for worse. Sometimes the poverty of the villages and farms were a bit overwhelming, but talking to our guides and the people we met along the way was such a great way to hear about their lives while sharing something about ours.

Lucky

We went to visit one of the minority people villages today, and it felt like we were walking into an exhibit you'd see at a museum showing how the Inuit used to live. But this was very much an active village with people living inside wooden huts. Got to talking (via our guide) to one of the ladies who lives there. She asked us where we were from and why we came to Vietnam. She then said she would also love to go on a holiday, but she was very poor and had to work everyday. She hoped to be able to see the nearby town one day (50km or so away). She said we were very lucky to be living where we do. With a big smile, no bitterness in her eyes at all. And what can you say back? It's true.

Earlier we had met two young girls who were interested in hearing about our home nations. One asked if I brought a skirt (i.e. kilt) I could show her. The other had seen many pictures online from Canada. She wants to see maple leaves in Fall. Better than Vietnam which is too green she says. But the cost to travel for Vietnamese folk is just too high so saying to her "maybe you will visit one day" was a bit naive. Even our guides who know every inch of this country have never even crossed the border to Laos.

Beep beep

The only rules of the road I've been able to pick up so far are:
1) Try to not hit other vehicles.
2) If the other vehicle is bigger, you move over.
3) Honk your horn. Often.

Any other rule can only be seen as mere suggestion. But somehow it works.

But after a while, one must pull over and take it easy for a bit :)

Easy Riders

We'd been told that a motorcycle tour around Dalat into the countryside was a must, but the day was a genuine thrill from the beginning. Even being on a bike weaving through Vietnamese traffic was an experience, but our guides took us not only to the famous pagoda and waterfall, but also to a several places off the beaten track. For example the local silk factory where we were shown how they harvest silk from the worms, then produce the garments. Or the town where some of the nomadic people of Vietnam have settled, where you can see how they farm and live. The experience was so good that we arranged to travel to Hoi An via the Central Highlands on a motorbike over 5 days - 2 days in and seen some incredible things so far. Will try and do them justice next time, but have posted some pics from the first day below.

Random

As amazing as some of the mini tours have been, sometimes the best ways to experience a country is through the normally routine things in life.

For example - getting a haircut at a small roadside barbers. Shoes off, then sit legs extended on a couch rather than a chair, listening to the banter between barbers (not that I could understand) along with Vietnamese pop music. Or the bus to Dalat which slowly wound its way up and down hillsides while navigating around massive potholes on roads that sometimes were barely there (Kenyan roads I call them now - my Dad will know what I mean!).

Russians apparently are the equivalent of Brits on Ryanair holidays - taps aff, tattooed, loud, on the hunt for their own food rather than local. Congregated at the beach though so all good :)

Went to this great pub last night with not a soul inside except the owner. Drank beer and played Connect 4 with him at the bar and bantered. He beat us almost every single time. And the Pixies were playing on the stereo. It was awesome.

I drank weasel coffee today. The weasel eats the coffee berry, and shits out the the bean. And it was delicious rocket fuel.

Action Man

Felt the urge for a few activities and got a bit carried away. Managed to cover the following in one day:
-bicycle ride through Mui Ne, stopping for incredible sea views and one of the best sandwiches ever
-arranged for a jeep tour of the area, with a Vietnamese guy who showed up in an old school US army jeep. Feeling very GI Joe with my new travel beard
-trip to a fishing village to see the different types of boats used. Looked like something out of an old historical film, incredible
-trip to sand dunes, complete with a quad bike to get up. Stunningly beautiful and vast. Even managed to see the sun go down and watch the sand colour change as it did.

All that with another outdoor seafood BBQ feast and a wee beach bar busting out 70s Motown classics. It was a good day.

Mui Ne

After the madness of Saigon, it is particularly satisfying to be writing this sitting by a beach on the South China Sea. Managed to bag a bungalow for next to nothing, and have been having a brilliant time swimming and exploring this seaside town. Just had an incredible dinner where you basically are shown an aquarium and you pick what you want barbecued. 1kg of scallops, red snapper and a beer for 8 quid. Awesome. They also had toad and snake but not quite ready for that.

Education

I've been filling in lots of gaps in my knowledge of Vietnam over the last few days. The War Remnants Museum was a very interesting, if harrowing, account of the Vietnam War. Considering it used to be called the Museum of American War Crimes you can imagine my southern neighbours do not come off well. Also took a day trip to the Cu Chi Tunnels which show how the Viet Cong fought the Americans using tunnels and booby traps. And regardless of your politics or views you can't help but feel that the Vietnamese were well within their rights to defend themselves, and that the tactics used against them were grossly disproportionate.
Interesting to chat with people to get their views, like the taxi driver who preferred the county before Saigon fell and begrudges Hanoi (i.e. the Communists) while the tour guide spoken of her love of "our great leader Uncle Ho". You can almost forget it is a communist country what with all the commerce but it is still very much present as we've been learning.

So...

I had one of the best steak dinners of my life tonight. 50p, sitting on a plastic seat, in a car park.

Later, beers were had for 33p a go. I'm drunk. I need to catch a bus in 5 hours.

Ho Chi Minh City - I love you.