Crossing the Red river
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Hanoi sits on the Red River, which, like the Mekong in the south, is a source of much of the north's food.
a travelogue for a solo cross-country motorcycle road trip from Tampa, Florida to San Diego, California in 2008 and an overland attempt from Singapore to Morocco from November 2004 to August 2006
Hanoi sits on the Red River, which, like the Mekong in the south, is a source of much of the north's food.
I had to get up early for my minibus to the border. Vendors lined the streets selling produce and meats.
The streets in Hanoi are named after the things that you could buy on them a hundred years ago. The streets are still selling some of the same items. You will find a street block where they are selling Buddhist shrines, ghost money, ironworks, tin boxes, clothes, shoes, et cetera. The Lonely Planet guidebook makes a big deal of this and even has a "walking city tour" that you can do, but actually, this city planning is not unique to Hanoi and can be found in many Asian cities, including in Taiwan.
This is supposed to be a big deal in the tourist area. There are three bia hoi places that meet at this intersection, but it's not as good of a deal that I found down south. It's 1500 - 2000 dong for a glass of beer, but I had a Liter for 3000 dong in Saigon. The reason why this is a big deal in the guidebook, I think, is because it's in the tourist center, and the places I went to down south weren't touristy.
There are a lot of different ethnic groups in Vietnam. One of them made communal buildings like this one. I am impressed how similar aboriginial tribes dress all across Southeast Asia. Outside of the museum's main building were examples of the homes that the different "minority cultures" used in Vietnam. All in all, this museum was well-done, but incredibly boring, I mean, informative.
I went to visit the Museum of Ethnology in Hanoi. This was an interesting display of how some people load up their bikes to go to work.
This is one of the islands in Ho Hoan Kiem or "Lake of the Restored Sword". There is a Vietnamese legend that is similar to King Arthur and Excaliber and the sword emanating from the Lake. Instead of a maid of the lake, it was a tortoise that took the sword back, so hence the name of the lake. Interestingly there have been a couple giant tortoises sightings. A speciman of "Rafetus leloii" was almost 600 lbs and six and a half feet long.
The Old Quarter of Hanoi is centered around the north and northwest side of Hoan Kiem Lake. This a road next to the tree-lined lake. The streets are all crooked and the buildings dilapitated. Some of the store fronts are about six feet wide because these buildings were taxed by their widths. My first room in Hanoi was the width of my bed.
Pho -- rice noodles. Bo -- beef.
This is a bowl of "pho bo".
My first hotel was in this alley, a dodgey establishment named "Camellia Star Hotel". "Camellia Hotel" is a well-established guesthouse chain in Hanoi, but this isn't one of their branches. Hanoi is full of copycat-named establishments. Once a place develops a good reputation and gets named in the Lonely Planet guidebook, other places open up with similar names so that taxi and cyclos can reroute tourists from their intended destinations to these copycat places. It is impressive how many "Sinh Cafe" travel shops there are around here. One place even took the names of three different travel agencies and told me that all three places joined together (yeah, right, just check the actual street address in the LP guidebook and you'll know). The prices at these dodgey places are really suspect. I have been trying to get a China visa and most reputable places (after checking seven different places) were charging about $55 - $60, but others were charging $35. All day yesterday, I went around checking prices. My guesthouse kept hounding me to get the visa through them, saying that they would price-match any other place. The problem is getting accurate up-to-date information on visas, and I was finally told that the Chinese embassy in Hanoi was only giving 30-day visas to Americans for the regular price PLUS $20 more. I decided to go with Kim's Cafe, and when I told my hotel that I wanted my passport (Vietnam hotels keep your passport at their front desks), they refused to give it to me. At first they said it was in the safe which was locked, and they wouldn't be able to open it until tomorrow morning (too late for me to get my visa by then), but then I said I wanted them to open the safe now. The clerk refused because I wasn't getting my visa through him. He said he would match whatever price I wanted (doesn't that sound dodgey?). I said I wasn't interested because he didn't have accurate information. Finally he said he was kicking me out of the hotel for not buying a tour through him (at 7pm), and I would have to pay for the night too. No way! I had to pull a "Crazy Ivan" on him. I went to a hotel around the corner (a place listed in the Lonely Planet guidebook and where I initially tried to get a room) and asked for help. Besides, I held them partially responsible for referring me to this crap hotel, and I wanted them to know what was going on. They were pleasantly helpful and came over to help me get my passport. By that time, the clerk's older brother/boss showed up and started bitching him out for pulling the scam. He was further embarrassed by having the other hotelier bear witness to the whole mess. He agreed to let me have my passport, but asked for me to consider applying for my visa through him so he could earn a commission.
Later on, I agreed to get my visa through him, but I think he was too embarrassed or ashamed and said I didn't have to. Today I checked out of that place with no further problems (besides the addition of a 10% VAT). Awesome! I love dodging scams!
Not bad digs on the express train (E2) to Hanoi from Hue. It was about $21 for a middle level "hard sleeper" bunk (six to a cabin, but there were only four of us in there). The bunk actually had a sleeping mat and pad a couple inches thick, which was perfect. They provided linen, water, and a meal. The meal, as expected, wasn't great: some rice, soup, vegetables, and nasty fish. The toilets were metal squatters which was fine if you can imagine the messing aim on a train. They had soap at the sinks too. The train left (late) at 1810 and arrived at 0540 to a muggy early morning Hanoi. The attendent woke me up when I arrived.
The train was 45 minutes late, so I was able to get something to eat at one of the restaurants next to the station. The food on the train had a reputation for being nasty, so this was a good idea.
I saw these kids "playing tea" on the road side. They were mixing some water mixed with chopped up grass and pouring them into used empty yogurt containers.
Fishermen tend their nets in the setting sun. Minutes later the sky lit up like it was on fire.
I went to the beach a couple days in Hue. The beaches in Vietnam are better than the ones in Thailand because they have better waves and the sand is softer. There was only one other tent occupied both days I was there. This tent cost about $1.30. I had some drinks and they provided a cooler with icey water to keep them cool. The waves were great for body surfing, and the water temperature was about 80 degrees.
The pomelo is a grapefruit-like fruit but less tart and with firmer pulp. I bought this for the beach for about fifty cents.
In the surrounding country side, there are tombs of Emperors. This one was free to go to. I rented a motorbike to get here. It is cheaper to rent a motorbike ($4) than to take a guided tour around Hue. When I got to this tomb, I parked my bike near a vendor, who proceeded to give me a numbered card for parking. I said, "No." I knew she would ask me to pay for parking (with no apparent need to pay since it wasn't her land, and she wasn't doing anything in particular to warrant payment). She looked somewhat surprised and said, "Tow." Yeah, right, like anyone is going to tow my bike away. This is yet another scam they try to pull on tourists. Robert and I were asked to pay to park at the Cham towers in Nha Trang, but instead he parked 20 feet away for free. So, I didn't take her ticket, and I didn't move her bike, and there was nothing she could do. Ha ha.
At this tomb, some guys in blue uniforms stood by a sign that said the place was being restored and entry was not permitted, but the guys said it was very beautiful inside and that we could look inside for a fee. Yeah,...riiiiight.
Anyways, I read the these tombs were built by the successors. The tomb grounds were quite elaborate with gardens and statues. Over the tomb was an enormous piece of marble about ten feet high with Chinese writing. Upon this was carved the accomplishments and virtues of the deceased. I suppose the hefty marble and the kind words were used to keep the dead Emperor from rising from the dead and haunting the successor.
Driving around Hue I came to an abandoned, unfinished amusement park. There was a large ferris wheel and even a roller coaster. It looked pretty new, but only gray primer was painted on the equipment. Weed was growing up everywhere, and there was no signs of construction. Another abandoned investment project.
Tomorrow I will take the overnight train to Hanoi. I have a sleeper car!
I can already hear the tinny cymbals and the squeaking of the stringed instruments. Chinese Opera should be used as a method of torture. Here at the Royal Theatre, they give performances to the package tourists. This is one of those things you see in a brochure back home, and sign up for, but when you get here, you're sadly disappointed.
I went to the beach near Hoi An. There was a nice grove of palm trees providing shade over soft sand. The waves were perfect for bodysurfing. The current was strong enough to pull off my goggles on a wave (and subsequently lose them). In the afternoon vendors brought out mats and cooked up food.
The moonface gathers and fans the audience to collect money, which he places on the floor to placate the dragon.
The dragon dance symbolizes the struggle between yin and yang.
These burly guys lifted up the dragon to get to the balcony of a bar.
Teams of drummers and dragons roamed around stirring up the crowds. The guys in the red pants rotate their turns at being under the dragon. It takes about two or three guys to play the dragon.
I had dinner at this balcony overlooking the lantern competition in An Hoi. Hordes of people walked across the pontoon bridge to see the lanterns. An old woman and man sang Vietnamese songs on a barge.
The city center is off-limits to motored traffic. The lanterns made it seem like a different time.
The 15th day of the 8th lunar month is Tet Trung Thu, or the mid-Autumn festival in Vietnam. It is also known as the Children's festival. Traditionally it was a time for families to spend more time with their children after working hard at harvesting the crops. Shops sell "mooncakes", pastries filled with mung bean paste, egg yolks, and, as Robert found out, sometimes durian. Lanterns are lit everywhere, and drums and dragons fill the street.
There is a pond in Hoi An where farmers grow bindweed. This stuff floats in the shallow water.
This was a pricy place to have ice cream at $1 a scoop, but it was nice to recharge.
View of the Cham towers in Nha Trang from the bridge.
Nha Trang is a big fishing port. These colorful boats dotted the river inlet. That's the white Buddha in the background at Long Son Pagoda.
This is the deserted resort in mid-construction.
I ate here again whilein Nha Trang. It's in an empty lot next to the Green Hotel. Plates are also $1-$2 and the food comes quickly and portions are large.
The bus from Dalat to Nha Trang stopped at an overlook for a bathroom break.
This is a great restaurant in Dalat (it's across from Dreams Hotel). Linen tableclothes, great atmosphere, and $1-$2 per plate. I ended up eating here everyday.