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If It Ain’t Broke…

Well, with our room being booked out from under us, we needed to crowd back into Jen’s bungalow for a sleep over for a couple nights, so we started by moving our bags over. We ate breakfast (with our starts I should really be calling these lunches…) at our guy’s place… and then took off to gas up and buy some extra stock for the cooler.

We stopped at an internet cafe and tried to find a new resort, some where a little nicer to stay on our last couple of nights, maybe on a new beach, but with all the options we found ourselves just spinning our wheels. We figured our beach time was slipping away so we just headed back to the resort and did the “same, same, but different.”

For dinner we went to this BBQ buffet place. If our stomaches survive that lesson in what not to do in food safety, then it will really be a milestone in our ability to stomach any kind of food preparation settings.

The Day That Still Isn’t Over

When we rolled into Saigon (Ho Chi Minh city) it was about 4:30 in the morning. As we worked out where we wanted to go in the lobby we got a really dirty glare from one of the people waiting there, and Jen came back from the washroom with a bit of a story about the people in there… we had to laugh to ourselves a bit.

Finally ready to brave the wall of taxi drivers outside the train station with our destination in mind, we settled with a driver finally and headed off to Pham Ngu Lao which is Saigon’s backpacker’s area. Most places were still closed and one lady tried to sell us a place way up in a building which seemed like one heck of a dump. We checked it out but quickly headed off in a new direction to find something new.

After waking up a few night watchmen to look at rooms, we eventually left Jen with the bags and went on a real hunt. Eventually we found a really nice place over looking the busy alleyways below. We ate some food, and started knocking off our list of things to see in Saigon. The trips to see the Cu Chi tunnels leave early in the morning, but you need 1 day notice, so that was put off until tomorrow. Instead we wandered off to see the War Remnants Museum. It was by far the best museum we went to in Vietnam, some of the stuff was really hard to look at or read though.

The museum was hot and filled with people, so we headed for the first restaurant with AC. After some food we grabbed a taxi to bring us to the water slides. We were pretty excited about it having read about their toilet bowl slide. The taxi only brought us close, we had to wander the rest of our way based on intuition and hope :P Eventually people started making swimming motions and pointing us in the right direction. When we got there it looked almost deserted. Middle of the day, during the week, makes sense, but still made us wonder a little bit. When we got in, we were told to go to the “foreigner bathing area” were we could lock up our stuff separate to the locals and the girls could lay in the sun in their “skimpy” bathing suits (compared to the essentially fully dressed Vietnamese girls.)

The slides here are fast. Fast like you are out of control fast. So much fun! There were some “black hole” type slides, some straight speed slide, zip lines, tube rides, the toilet bowl, one named “a giant slide”, crazy carpet slides… everything. It was all fun, and we escaped essentially unharmed. We met an American/Vietnamese girl who was pretty surprised we found the slides on our own. Then it was time to head back.

Outside the slides we were lucky to find some cabs waiting. We knew the price we paid to get here, and in Vietnam, it is common for metered cab rides to take a lot longer than ones where you decide on a price up front. We did our best to stick to our guns and eventually we convinced the guy, who seemed a fair bit insulted when we said we don’t want to be driven in circles on a meter, to take us back for no more than what we paid to get there. He drove with the meter to show us how honest he was. On the way we really got to like the guy. He knew very little English, but was very happy to be able to communicate with us in any way possible. Then he busted out his music. Karaoke in the local languages is all over, and hard to listen to after a while, so we prepared ourselves for it, but when it came on… we heard Hotel California!

He LOVED north american music apparently. One of his best lines was “I do not know English, but I do know this!” as he busted out his best air guitar. A few more songs, and lots of busy city streets later we rolled up by our hotel. We was a little bit over on the meter, but only asked for the amount we agreed on before. Of course after such an awesome ride we tipped him well, and he again tried to reassure us that his cab company was regulated and didn’t scam tourists.

We changed, washed, ate, wandered around, Amy shopped, we made sure our tunnels and trip to Cambodia were all figured out, had a snack, had a drink, and then around mid night, finally called it a night. Back at the hotel room we watched some TV, and settled in for a few hours of sleep before getting up at 6:30 to be ready to go see the tunnels.

Sleepless in Vietnam

Well, the train has to this point been a favorite mode of transportation for us in Asia. It is usually the most comfortable, it is continuous, there is food and drink available, you can walk around, and when it is for 14 hours… you can catch some sleep.

Unfortunately the train books up quickly here in Vietnam. Travel agents buy up all the tickets and then sell them back to you at really high rates, and that is if you can find one with some left. We managed to find some soft seat (think like a greyhound bus seat, but smaller, Asian sized) tickets and that is what we used. We had planned on sleeping over the night, but there are nothing but warnings when traveling with locals on buses and trains because of the amount of things which are stolen. Jen fell asleep pretty quickly and Amy eventually got some sleep around 4:00am. I think I was waking up every 15 minutes for most of the night just to look around and see how things were. The lights were never off, and the ride wasn’t the smoothest ever, so it was fairly easy to keep this pattern going.

Eventually we rolled in to Danang, Vietnam’s 4th largest city (1 million people.) Our goal was to rent scooters and ride down to Hoi An ourselves. We left Amy with the bags and Jen and I set off in the heat to try and find somewhere to rent them, but after a kilometer or so with no luck we went back to get Amy and find a new way down to Hoi An. The cheapest option was the local bus. We had no idea what it was, and even less of an idea where it was exactly, but we headed off in what we figured was the suggested direction of the guidebook. When we got to the spot, a man came up and asked us where we were from (Canada… ahhh Quebec *french french french french*) when telling him we were headed for the bus to Hoi An, he took us to where we needed to go.

Now we have been scammed so many times (or attempts made at least) that we are a very skeptical group. I didn’t have a horrible feeling from him, but we just kept waiting for it to happen. Eventually he saw us off and it was all fine, he was just being nice (I got to use some of my French with him which was fun.) We regretted not offering him some money after we realized that it was all just to help us, but the opportunity was gone. Up rolls the local bus and it is a dash on to the stairs as it just keeps rolling by. The system is, listen for the continuous horn, wave when you want it, run like hell to get on it, and grab something when you make it in. It was about 30 – 45 minutes of this and then we got to Hoi An.

A German girl named Mascha got off as well, and she joined us on the hunt for a guest house. After finding one, showering, and dropping off laundry, we headed off to find some food. They have “fresh beer” which is made daily and disposed of at night if there is any left. It costs about 20 cents a glass and it is very tasty. We had a set menu at a place by the river and everything we were brought tasted fantastic. The restaurant was empty when we arrived, but through the magic of having tourists sitting at at table in your place of business, soon after there were 7 other tables filled.

The evening was spent shopping with Amy (custom tailoring is huge in Hoi An) and topped off with a massage. The goal tomorrow is to rent the scooters we wanted earlier and check out the My Son ruins.

10cc Injection Of Culture

Well today we set out to do the city a little bit. Being Hanoi, there is really more “city” things to do than “fun” things. Museums, buildings, theatre, shopping, etc etc…

We got some free bikes from the hostel, and armed with what has got to be the best free map we have received so far on the trip, we headed off to find the Museum of History, and the Museum of Revolution. They were close to each other, and they seemed like good ones to check out. Now keep in mind… these roads are not like roads back home. There are thousands of scooters and motorbikes weaving all over the road, buses, taxis, just a big jumble of what looks like (from the sidewalk) chaos. The slight apprehension of using the bikes wore off quickly as you realize once you are a part of the chaos, it all makes sense. Crossing roads ended up being the hardest part, and even that we were pretty much masters at by the time we hit the museum.

They were decent… interesting perspective on their history in the Revolution Museum compared to what we see so often in Hollywood movies. The Museum of History was pretty much what you would expect in a museum.

After we hit the water puppet theater (another gem from The Amazing Race.) It was confusing to get in, but it all worked out and we got to see the show from front row seats. It was pretty funny to watch, and well worth the time, even if we were the only ones in the theater under the age of 50.

Heading out, we weren’t really ready to get back on the bikes, thinking about food and exploring the streets in the area (we were in the “core” of Hanoi.) Hanoi doesn’t have markets so much as streets relegated to specific items. Shoe street, shirt street, metal street, toy street etc. And when I say street, I don’t mean block… it is a HUGE length of shops, both sides of the street, on and on as far as you can see. We stumbled on a travel agent and booked a trip for Halong Bay leaving the next day because the price was roughly half of what was being sold elsewhere. After Jen went and bought some shoes, we grabbed some dinner, bought some pineapple, and had a snack over by a lake. It was dark at this point, and the small island, pagoda, bridge were all lit up with lights, and having it all right in the middle of the busiest part of the city was really neat to see.

We rode back, got a little bit off track, and then figured out the way back and relinquished our handy bikes back to reception. After spending a bit of time checking out the hostel amenities we figured we could probably eat a bit more and went off hunting. Everything closes down in Hanoi around 10:30 and it was a lot of walking and not a lot of eating. Places only offering coffee, places saying they were closed because no one spoke English enough to answer us… eventually we were able to find (essentially) street food at one of the restaurants that just spills into the sidewalk from a small storefront.

Back to the hostel and it was time to rest for our 3 day 2 night excursion to Halong Bay.

Utopia

Well, despite best intentions, sleep won over reading to kids again. Figured we might as well eat the same amazing food as the day before, it was still good. When this happens (repeating activities) it is usually a sign we should get moving to the next spot. We asked for suggestions from tuk-tuks on things to do, but all they knew were caves and waterfall, so we looked for transportation down to Vang Vieng. After getting the mini-bus sorted, Amy suggested we check out a place called Utopia she saw a flier for earlier. We eventually tracked it down and it was quite cool. A very chilled out, relaxing bamboo floor balcony type thing by the river. We had some food and drink, played beach volleyball, mega-sized jenga, fooseball, darts, and I climbed a rope ladder thing to some crows nest kind of platform up in a tree which ended up being a lot of work and a fair bit scarier than it looked from the ground.

After exhausting all it had to offer, we showered back at the room and then headed back out for BBQ at this place I saw earlier on our walk to find Utopia which looked really nice. It was great food, a sort of make your own meal kind of thing. We even managed to make a really tasty soup out of it.

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