Saturday, 30 March 2013

After 69 days - Thoughts on the Joys of Travel

As posted by Ingrid:

After 69 days on the road, here are some thoughts by two seniors travelling independently on a three month journey through Southeast Asia:

In Vietnam, they call us "beautiful". Not because we look gorgeous (although we do), but because we are of a certain age. And we make the best of it, as assistance is usually freely and gracefully offered. May it be schlepping our suitcases two or three floors up or helping us in and out of boats, buses and railroad cars. The people of Thailand are the most gentle and friendly, maybe because they have escaped many of the hardships and wars that the people of Laos, Cambodia and Vietnam have suffered during the 60s and 70s. Here in Vietnam the women are the most industrious while the menfolk take it more easy (I try to be nice here). We have seen very few older men (the war took its toll) but many older women who are so flexible we look at them with envy.

Although we have taken a few organized day tours here and there, we have made nearly all of our travel arrangements ourselves. Great thanks go here to my cousin Inge and her partner Albert, who have shown me how to do this effectively last spring and I am lucky to have remembered most of it. Flexibility is one great advantage of independent travel and we have adapted our original rough outline to suit our mood, our level of tiredness, the weather and the result of additional readings.


The Hotels:
There appear to be budget hotels in the $10 to $40 range or luxury hotels at $100 and up - way up in many locations - and not much in between. Backpackers "discovered" the region and are still the majority of visitors. For $40/night you can expect a clean room, air con, good hot water, a satellite TV, free wifi (sometimes even a computer in the room) and a breakfast included in the rate. Paying around $70 would give you not much more. We found that a mixture of lower end and high end works best for us. And then of course, there is Hongkong where anything under $160/night is considered budget. We will be paying $320/night there and believe me it will not be a five star abode.

All hotels we have encountered had hard mattresses in common. You could make a fortune selling pillow tops here. Pillows tend to be on the firm and on the high side, there were a number of nights where our travel blanket became our pillow for the night.


The Food:
With a few exceptions, the food has been wonderful. Spicy in Thailand and Southern Vietnam, less spicy as we are travelling again further north in Vietnam. Lush green herbs and fresh vegetables are part of every meal. Buffet breakfasts offer a choice of Asian and Western fare. Throughout Laos and Cambodia, where the French influence is strong, baguette and croissants were de rigeur. We tended to rely largely on Trip Advisor to find the best restaurants and were not disappointed. Overall, once we found a good spot and still felt fine the next morning, we tended to return. Milk was not largely available in Vietnam until 2003 - water buffaloes are used for ploughing and fieldwork - therefore cheese is something that we long for. " La vache qui rie" does not cut it in the long run.....

Lunch on average would cost $2-$4, dinner around $6-$8 per person. Wine is imported and therefore a glass would cost the same as a decent meal. Beer is around $1-$1.50 and we often mixed it with water, soda or Seven-up to quench our thirst after a hot day walking.


The Pollution:
Air pollution was a large factor for us in Northern Thailand, where clear burning from China tended to waft into the area. Dust pollution due to the dry weather and continuous road construction was incredible in Angkor Wat and southern Cambodia. Noise pollution in Vietnam is inescapable. In our Hotel in Hoi An, loudspeakers broadcast everything from propaganda to children's performances at full blast from 4:00 to 6:00pm. Factories will let off steam at 4:30 in the morning without regard for residential areas. Strange as it sounds, you get used to the din.


The Traffic:
In all the countries we visited, traffic is chaotic. There appear to be no rules and posted signs, even stop signs have no meaning. In Cambodia, turning left means that you turn to the left of the oncoming traffic and then make your way slowly across the oncoming traffic into the right lane. In Vietnam you blow your horn when approaching an intersection and then drive straight through. Traffic from the other other road does the same. We drove in buses that did not slow down when entering a village, leaning on the horn the whole way instead. In the countryside the road is viewed by the local residents as an extension of their house with the result that livestock is just as likely to graze by the roadside as in the fields and bicyclists turning into the main road will not look left before entering. So the horn is the main communication tool and is used liberally - some buses sound like fog horns..........but....... somehow it all works!



Staying Healthy:
Helen had two colds and I had a severe flu at the beginning of our trip and two colds since. Although the weather has been hot and dry, many people around us are coughing and sneezing. I always assumed that by now I would have been exposed to most of the cold viruses known to man, but they probably have a whole new batch over here. With so much to see and experience we are like Energizer bunnies most days, but it dragged us down at times. We are also taking malaria medication which is quite hard on the digestive system.

While Canada and Europe have never ending winter, this region has seen temperatures above normal. As we approached Hanoi it turned cloudy with occasional showers.  After 67 sunny days and 35C+ temperature it felt positively refreshing.


Money:
Whereas the Thai baht was quite manageable and Cambodia could easily be transversed with U.S. dollars (the only currency dispensed by local ATMs), the Vietnamese dong is a different story. 1$ approximates 20,000 dong and the country has bills only, no coins. This has the fortunate result that you are afraid to spend too much. 100,000 dong feels like a fortune, but it is only $5. Or so we have to remind ourselves......

Most bank machines only spit out a maximum of 2,000,000 dong, re-enforcing our aversion. Quite a pain however when it is time to settle hotel bills, which require regular planned bank visits. Small towns seldom have ATMs.

In case you are wondering, overall, and without any hardship, we are running about 10% below our vacation budget so far (no, I am not telling you how much that is), but we expect to pay more for the Hong Kong portion down the road. So far, so good.


Trains, Planes, Buses and Taxis:
Contrary to my expectations (Helen is more optimistic here), we have not been scammed as yet. Every time we walk into a hole-in-the-wall travel agency and buy a ticket, I expect it to be either fake or no bus to show up. But, surprise, surprise everything has worked out so far.

We have seen buses that were super modern and new (Ibis), buses that were run down and dirty, and buses that were old or looked like great-great-grandma's living room. Trains that were sleek (in Thailand) and those that stank of fish sauce (from Phan Tiet, the world capital of fish sauce, to Saigon). We shared the sleeper train coach to Hanoi with two lads, one of them had a terrible cold and no Kleenex. That is what we call a truly local experience!

Only once, in Hue, did a taxi driver try to scam us. And a Mai Linh taxi at that. Picking us up from the bus station to the hotel, he refused to put the meter on. We agreed on a 15,000 dong fare. I asked "1,5 right?" and he said yes. When we disembarked, he insisted on 50,000 dong. I took note of his name and car number (thank you, Albert for teaching me this), and he backed off immediately.


Going On-line:
Apart from our stay at the ecolodge in Kep, Cambodia, we always had wifi access either in our hotel room or the hotel lobby. Not necessarily strong enough to skype but often strong enough to receive e-mail, at least for part of the day. I have been working with a Kindle Fire and Helen has her trusted ipad, if one does not have reception, the other usually does (probably due to the different operating systems). Blogging however has required a stand-alone computer in order to connect our cameras and download pictures. And we usually found them in hotel lobbies or on few occasions, Internet cafes.

In many ways, Southeast Asia is more on-line than North America. Communication towers are everywhere, even in the deepest country side. Even on long bus rides, passengers as well as the driver are on the phone constantly and I get the urge to say "Keep your hands on the wheel!!".

Shopping:
Not a day goes by that we do not see something unique or beautiful that tempts us to a purchase. But then we remind each other that it would require carrying that item for the rest of the trip in a suitcase that is already way to bulky and heavy. And then normally relief sets in. What a great excuse not having to buy anything!


Travelling Together:
After more than two months on the road, are we still friends? You bet we are. Oh yes, we drive each other crazy sometimes, but that is to be expected from two crows who are used to living alone. And it is wonderful to be able to share the unique experiences that we are making every day and to be able to support each other when things get a little bit rough.

We are so fortunate to be healthy and wealthy enough to do this, and I am truly grateful.


P.S.: Caroline, as you can see I am keeping my promise, are you keeping yours?




The Fabulous Caves of Phong Nha - Ke Bang National Park

As posted by Helen:

The alarm went off at 5.30am so that we could be ready for our 6:40 a.m. bus pick up.  Already at this early hour there were speeches to be heard via a loud sound system and as I looked out our hotel window we could see a few people exercising!  People are up early in SE Asia and late to bed, it seems! 

The Mini Van was at our hotel promptly at 6:40, however, until we picked up all the other passengers another hour went by before we left Hue (luckily we managed a quick few minutes of breakfast at the hotel before we left).

On the way we stopped at the Lady of La Vang shrine which commorates a vision of the Virgin Mary that was seen there in 1798? (I had not hear of this apparition before.)

We travelled along AH1 through areas very much affected by the Viet Nam (American) War - close to the DMZ, and the US Doc Mieu base (some tanks were still on the roadside as a reminder?).  We passed numerous cemetaries in this area where so many villagers killed during the war were buried, including the larger Martyrs' Cemetary. We also crossed the 17th parallel and passed the Hien Luong Bridge which was the boundary dividing Vietnmam into 2 regions in 1954 as per a Chinese proposal during a Geneva Conference and then ratified by a UN Accord. 

After some time we turned off AH1 onto the Ho Chi Minh Highway - a two lane highway (or should I say road?) which roughly coincides with the Ho Chi Minh Trail of the Vietnam War.  It is unique in that it has a yellow dashed line down the middle.   At the moment this highway has a total length of 1,234 km and the plan is to connect many more provinces from north to south and total some 3,160 kms.  The scenery off this highway was lovely especially as we got closer to the National Park - multi-dimensional mountain ranges,  valleys with tiny villages lush with rice paddies, corn fields - so verdant. 

Just before our cave tour we stopped for lunch (at this point we had been on the road for some 4 hours and we were hungry!).  We were a table of 8 people and within minutes of sitting down there were a dozen different dishes placed before us, none of which had any serving fork or spoon.  I was a little taken aback when many of the people just helped themselves to each of the various dishes with the same chopsticks they used to feed themselves (talk about double dipping!).  I happened to sit beside a very friendly young (late 20's) Vietnamese girl from Saigon.  She was an insurance underwriter who worked for AIG - and was so proud of her country.  She seemed to love her job - we got on the subject of vacations and she indicated it was difficult for her to take more than one week per year - a vacation had to be arranged well in advance with her superior (and we thought we worked hard in North America!).

Well fed, we were ready to board our boat and cruise along the Son River to the Phone Nha Cave.  It was somewhat of a challenge to get onto the seats of the boat as we had to bend ourselves into two in order to crawl through a 16" opening!   It was an extremely hot day (40 with the humidity) and it was suggested we don the life jackets, which I did.  But within minutes I was sooo hot, my blood pressure must have skyrocketed and I yanked the jacket off - I would rather have drowned!

Phong Nha Park is a Unesco World Heritage site and the area is considered a paradise for researchers and explorers of grottoes and caves.  The Phong Nha Cave is the second largest in Viet Nam  (some 7,000 metres long but tourists are only allowed to explore the first 1500 metres.  It can only be visited by boat given its underground river - it was truly beautiful with many fascinating rock formations which had been given imaginative names such as the Buddha, The Lion, etc.   It is hard to put these special images into words, so here is what we saw through Ingrid's camera.








We spent the night in Dong Hoi, a residential town without souvenir shops or hawkers trying to sell you trinkets. Unforturnately, also a town without a decent restaurant. This is the hungriest we have been on this trip. Our hotel was close to the river front which had a beautiful promenade, however without shade. The town is a good base for visiting the National Park and the DMZ sites.

At this point, Vietnam is only 40km-50km wide (it depends who you ask), with the South China Sea in the East and Laos in the West.
The second day we visited the longest cave in the Park - Paradise Cave.  At 31 km long, 60m at its highest point  and only discovered in 2005 it has created quite a buzz - National Geographic did an article on it last year.  Only the first km. is open to tourists at the moment.  While we thought yesterday's cave visit was great, today's visit was like WOW - SPECTACULAR!  It required a climb of some 500 steps (or a uphill walkway which we used) to reach the mouth of the cave, and we were lucky to have had a cloudy somewhat cooler day, which made the uphill walk a breeze.
We made it to the top - no sweat!
After descending some 150 steps inside the cave this is what we saw..............!!!














And we are off to Hanoi by overnight sleeper train...........


Wednesday, 27 March 2013

Hue, the Imperial City

As posted by Ingrid:

The maximum highway speed is 80km and with villages along the way and cows crossing the road regularly, the actual speed is much less. Therefore the bus trip from Hoi An to Hue, although a short hop on the map, took a good five hours with the air conditioning only working for the first 30 minutes. We were sweat soaked by the time we arrived. The hotel was a surprise. For $40/night we had a room on the 6th floor overlooking the river, two wide beds, air conditionning that worked great, a modern bathroom, buffet breakfast, and great joy, an elevator to carry us and our luggage up in style!

Since we are only planning two nights and one full day in this city, our first stop was a travel agency (the same Inge and I used on our first trip) where we booked our train tickets to Sapa and - for the first time - arranged a city tour to take in the highlights of Hue the next day. After a long stroll along the Perfume River waterfront and by now quite weary, we fell asleep early.



Motorcyle taxis picked us up the next morning and ferried us to the large City Tour bus. Thank god this was a surprise as we probably would have had some qualms doing it had we had time to contemplate it. Our first stop was the Tomb of Minh Mang, renowned for its architecture and sublime natural setting on the Perfume River, 12 km outside town. The complex is built in a continuous stretch, each segment a new surprise.



The next stop was the tomb of Khai Dinh, emperor of Vietnam from 1916 to 1925 and widely seen as a puppet of the French. He died penniless in France and taxes were raised for 11 years to build this edifice. Built on a steep mountain side, the exterior of the buildings is covered in black concrete while the interiors are lavishly decorated in colourful mosaic.





After a karate show, which Helen enjoyed but I skipped, we explored the enormous grounds of Tu Duc's mausoleum which include a small lake, hunting grounds and various pavillons where the monarch used to sit with his 104 (no typo) concubines and recite poetry - he was eventually killed for his debaucery.




After lunch, it was off to the citadel, the pride and joy of Hue. Nearly totally flattened during the American War it is being restored, although the pace of re-construction is painfully slow (I could barely see a difference from last year). One area unaffected was the king mother's residence where the monarch went every morning to pay his respects (oh, how things have changed).......






We walked and walked in the midday heat, nearly circling the grounds and then walked some more visiting the Tu Thieu Pagoda, before taking a relaxing 30 minute Perfume River boat ride back to our City Tour starting point. Too tired to walk , we took a bicyle rickshaw (!) back to the hotel and a much needed shower.


At 06:45 tomorrow morning we'll continue northward to visit Dong Hoi and the caves of Phong Nha-Ke Bang National Park............

Tuesday, 26 March 2013

Quaint Hoi An


Quaint and atmospheric Hoi An, is a city of 120,000 inhabitants in South Central Vietnam on the South China Sea. Largely untouched by the American War, it is a well preserved example of a 15th to 19th century trading post. It's buildings reflect its history which was strongly influenced by migrations from both China and  Japan. The much photographed "Japanese Bridge" spanned the two communities and the structure has two shrines at each end depicting monkeys and dogs, representing the years in which construction was said to have started and finished.


Hoi An only had 2,000 inhabitants in 1980, the tremendous growth since then is mainly due to tourism, the resilience of it's people and its famous cuisine which reflect both the influences from the South and North of the country. Given that food rationing did not end until 1990 and milk was only imported in 2003, the culinary ascent is even more astonishing.

Other than the architecturally stunning buildings - with the roofs being the most impressive - the town is home to hundreds of tailors and it is the rare tourist that does not walk away with a suitcase full of new clothes (we are one of the rare ones). Old town consists of tailor or handicraft artisan shops, interspersed with restaurants specializing in fresh ingredients and food that tastes terrific. And since we have been here now for five nights, we tried many of them - all great.   (A comment from Helen:  Before our trip started, Ingrid told me to be prepared to lose a good 10 pounds - on the contrary I thing we are on our way to gaining 10 pounds!)


Old Town is a picture postcard town which my camera does not do justice - pale yellow buildings draped with flowering vines, Vietnamese women with their conical hats, and tailor shops staffed with women in traditional Vietnamese dress. 











After we thought we knew the Old Town by heart we took a taxi to the beach, all of 4km away. Around 3-5km long, the north end is still wonderfully wild, nary a beach hut in site. Luckily the sky was cloudy which kept us from further sun exposure - we are already darker than the Vietnamese - and enhanced the feeling of being one with the elements. Suddenly, out of the dunes came a procession of elderly Chinese gentlemen carrying what looked like an altar supported by bamboo sticks. In procession, they marched along the water, stopping now and then to light incence and distribute monopoly money. It felt eerie.





On Saturday we took a cooking course with the top local restaurant.  A good cook must work with the best ingrdients (no?), so before the class started we visited the local market where we stopped by the noodle stall, the building where the fishermen sold their catch (the noisiest area), then the areas where meat, spices, vegetables and fruits are sold.  There are many fruits/veggies we don't have - it certainly was a learning experience. And then we got to cook: Soup with minced shrimp and cabbage,
fried rice pancakes with pork and shrimp, barbequed lime chicken and green mango salad. And the best part - we got to eat it all!!




And in the evening the Old Town turns magical as silk lanterns cast their colorful glow and street food is served along the riverfront by candlelight.

 
 
 
 
And we are off to Hue, the imperial city on the Perfume river, four hours north from here.....