FOOT LOOSE IN CULTURES.
JULY, AUGUST & SEPTEMBER 2014
The wonder of experiencing Vietnam, Laos Cambodia, Thailand & Myanmar.
Written and edited by Michael Brosnan. : 16/ 01 / 17
Please excuse spellcheck !!
Henry and I dropped into Ho Chi Minh on the 9th of July. We both got to love this massive city as so alive and wonderful night life. Ten million people, four million motor bikes and only 70,000 cars. You have to be fast on your feet to dodge the streams of bikes though they are good at missing you too, mostly if you make a mistake. If you do, you must stand perfectly still and the “ river “ will sweep around you.
I’m so active and a bugger to run, very bad in this situation.
Henry had quite a big job done on his teeth and I a small one, with varying results. He was pleased, I certainly wasn’t.
The massive permanent market here is a sight to behold. I would get up at my usual time of 6:00am to see them chopping up the meat of all descriptions, swimming the live fish in big basins, killing the birds and the setting up of all manner of produce one could name. This massive building must cover at least a hectare. I am always drawn by markets worldwide. I guess as its where you see so many aspects of the culture. Well, we have even set one up in Halswell, a bit smaller though !
It took nearly a week to finish with the teeth. Then we flew on to Da Nang and taxi to Hoi An where Jon Webb lives with his lovely lady. (Marrying on 31 August). Most mornings at 6-30 the three of us would cycle (free bikes at most hotels), drink the water out of green coconuts (good), attend to computer work and swim in the beautiful tepid sea. He is back to his flat by ten and starts his domestic day with Tyna.
Henry and I did a great cycle tour visiting many indigenous works, weaving lovely mats used in so many ways, two types of boat building, the main one used from the beaches for fishing a round basket; buffalo plowing – the buffalo always fascinate me. Weaving of mats and other crafts.Lunch was on a bit of raised ground in the middle of a peanut field, surrounded by swamp with a family, totally indigenous, one of the best meals I’ve had. Just another unique experience.
Ho An is a known tourist Mecca. Too many for me but nice. The train trip to Hanoi we booked too late so couldn’t get a sleeper. It was a sixteen hour ride. I am able to sleep anywhere. but Henry had a bad seat and was awake all night. Arriving in Hanoi at 5:00am we booked into a crap hotel as had forgotten to book ahead, shifting to “ Hanoi Blue Sky 2 Hotel “ 34 Hong Go St, Hoon Kiem, a good hotel, in the morning.
Hanoi is another interesting, big city, quieter as is more Communist but we managed to find the night life. Strange thing, less motor bikes and many more cars. A whole different character to Ho Chin Minh. I met a lovely young Indian boy who latched onto me and was a big help with my computer. He told us about trekking to Sapa, in the mountains to the north where he was going. I have two weeks after Jon’s wedding in Hoi An so intend to spend it up in those mountains on the border of China.
The highlight in Hanoi for me was the visit to the Ho Chi Min Museum where in graphic terms and photos the story of the two wars between 1898 and 1974 is told, so this brave little country was brutally occupied for almost a hundred years. I actually cried here, to see how these heroic ordinary people survived this horror to eventually gain back the ownership of their own country.
I was so disappointed the Ho Chi Minh Mausoleum was closed on the days we were there.
Five days there and we had to travel fast to get Henry to see as much of the country as he only had three weeks.
So, next was a 31 hour bus ride, squashed in literally like sardines, layers of people in tiny spaces ( they are small the Vietnamese! ) driving out of Vietnam through the mountains of Laos to Laung Pro Bang.
LAUNG PRO BANG
Our first sight of the Mekong. This is a lovely laid back little town right on the banks of the river ( is honeymoon stuff, in fact famous film stars are oft. seen here ). Quite a famous little back water. We had a boat ride up the river towards where it flows out of Vietnam. Henry, being a big swimmer, was keen to swim across it but was thankfully too sensible! It’s a place to spend more time. a great place to relax.
On then by the ‘people’s bus’ to Vientiane. You can get a VIP sleeper bus for not much more but it travels at night and I / we like to see the country. After all that is why we are here. The first half of this trip is winding tortuously through such picturesque and different mountains, from a distance looking great to climb but closer, tightly clad in trees and scrub to the tops.
As with everywhere in Laos, the highways are hugged by shops, houses and shacks. You are literally driving through their front yards. We would call it ribbon development but for them the road is the lifeline.
Out of the mountains and it is mostly rice paddy fields with the same road hugging myriad of tiny villages. We had hardly seen any animals in the mountains but now a lot of the dun brown, part Brahmin looking small cattle were everywhere, mostly on a light cord mowing the road verges as the fields are in rice. Many on the road to the chagrin and horn tooting of our good driver.
On now crossing the Mekong River into Vientiane, Laos’s second largest town, we found a suitable hotel and set about sassing out this large and more sedate city. We were pretty tired so did a bit of resting. Here it was time for Henry and I to part and he flew to Phnom Penh where he was to bus back to Ho Chi Minh and on home. I spent another two days in Vientiane then caught the early ‘people’s slow bus’ for Savannakhet.
Another eight hours of cultural experience. The rickety bus, near empty at first soon fills up and before long there are bodies sitting all along the aisle on boxes and bags of rice. Few get off and you wonder what happens when the aisle is full but they squeeze on somehow and there are no raised voices or unpleasantness. They really are lovely people.
The bus stops every mile or two to pick up people with masses of boxes, sacks and even motorbikes where a man climbs onto the roof, using bare feet for grip (no ladder), drops down a thick cord and he pulls and the others push the bike up onto the roof where it is lashed with the cord. No problem to these guys. The bus rarely has comfort stops but as it takes a long time to stow all the boxes, sacks and the odd bike, the men pee into the bushes and if nowhere else, the women have to lift their skirts on the side of the road, so natural, no hassle.
As with many things in Laos the bus is so badly designed there is a window high and low down, right along the middle and at eye level is a plastic wall. You can’t see a thing unless standing up or lying down so to see the countryside you have to stand up. After 10 hours jammed in the bus (these people are small and even the seats are narrow, so it had ben hard for big Henry) the bus arrived at the station around 7:30 in the dark which is always a problem finding a hotel. I tried to book on line but computers ay. Shouldering pack and computer bag I stumbled around the corner and into the first hotel to be seen. It was a grot and of course no Wi-Fi so walking for an hour in enormous heat, every place with Wi-Fi was full. All of these bigger towns have a ‘friendship bridge’ across to Thailand and the thousands of expats pour over to have their visas extended, filling the hotels. Jon Web gets a cheap flight to Singapore. So I just had to go back to this so grotty hotel for the night. In the morning I met a French girl who told me the centre was miles away next to the Mekong so I jumped on a tuk tuk, got dropped off at the information centre which of course was closed, and staggered in the pouring rain (there is tropical rain most days in Laos as is the monsoon I believe) and literally stumbled into a quiet place. It is a lovely, old world family hotel, commandeered 80 years ago by the French army and the family eventually got it back and are restoring it. Hard to find these family places. I love them. The owner, reared and lived 31 years in France (big French connections here and mostly French tourists) talked to me at length about Laos’ troubled past. The hotel was more expensive but you sure get what you pay for here.
So interesting is the history of these three countries. I visited the museum here and find Laos was subjugated for 80 years. First by the French and then by the Americans. Eastern Laos (where the Ho Chi Minh trail mostly goes is purported to be the most bombed place in the world killing every living thing.
It was called “THE CIAs SECRET WAR
How many of us knew, or were ever told this?? Even the USA oublic did’nt know this was going on, or I guess The Vietnam protests would have been way bigger.(A bit like our Maori history.) Bombed every twelve minutes for nine years killing every liveing thingand good old Ho Chi Minh still won the war!!! The bombing wiped out whole cultures, so of course I found the museum and saw it all in detail. These people are so proud of what they have done. Makes us look like drones.
One of my biggest observations in Laos would be the number of “Wats”, Buddhist temples. They are absolutely everywhere, dominating everything and taking up hectares of valuable land. It seems the poorer the country the bigger the hold religion has. The wealth looks enormous and then there are a lot of hungry people and children on the streets, their parents still giving to Buddha I must study this further as am only speaking from observation.
I am meeting so many people who are interested in the Lifeforce products. It seems the older I get the easier it is to sell myself. In the five days being here I have five addresses. A Laos Canadian, professional Thai boxer, two Australians, a French woman who took me to a very French restaurant she knew where we shared a meal and Jo Tierney, a character of a 60 year old, Irish expat who wants to get the seaweed as he wants to be like me at 82 ! Very hard to get it here Joe but I’ll try. You’ll have to drink a bit less beer though aye! It is so good being in an industry that helps people’s health.
So it’s time to mount another ‘people’s bus’ and head south again. The same thing, had to stand up to see more than the verge of the road. Very flat, rich looking land with lots of flooding, which is where it gets the fertility from. All the houses are on stilts. Rice as far as the eye can see and the sleek, dun coloured cattle tied or loose along the road. This bus is even fuller than the last one but not a complaint.
Seven hours in the bus and we arrive in Pakse and a group of us pile into a tuk tuk and this time I know where I am going as Sandra, the French lady, recommended the Paxse hotel. It’s a pretty posh hotel costing NZ$28 a night with not a very good room with no view, but all else is great. Massive breakfast, restaurant on the roof above the seventh floor with a view to die for across the spires of the temples and the mass of the Mekong. You look across at the mountains of Thailand with a massive Buddha lit up on the side of one of them. Next day I looked at lots of other hotels and apart from the room, they are not a patch on this place.
I am sitting beside the mighty Mekong River writing this. It looks like a sea, about two-three miles wide!! On the other side is Thailand. I knew it must be wide here as have been following it down stream about a thousand miles from Laung Prabang and it was a mile wide there. It is always solid, red, brown and all the fish we eat come out of it. I have fish every day. I hope my fortified immune system holds up. So far so good after a month of eating like the natives. Dear old Henry was sick a few times. He’s not used to travelling in all this dirt. I have crossed fingers!!! I am still conscious of the mosquitos though. The locals don’t even notice.
Am now writing from the only chic coffee café in Paskse (not a common sight in Laos) close to the Cambodian border which I will cross in a few days. Across the road is the Mekong River with Thailand on the far bank. It looks like a sea as is about 3-4 miles wide here. The fish still taste good out of the polluted water, if a little muddy. I walked across town today for an hour and found the museum. They get smaller as I go south but still lots about the culture and the troubles.
I am aware of rabies in these countries and many of the dogs rush at you but I was bitten on the ankle for the first time today. I don’t think the skin is broken. There are so many dogs. I will probably go south tomorrow, so got up at 6:00am and walked across the road to the big market to see the people preparing for the day. It never ceases to fascinate me. For instance, the tripe is all black inside and one wonders what the cattle have been eating!!! Too much information!!
FOUR THOUSAND ISLANDS.
The bus fm. Pakse arrived at the bank of The Mekong where four of us gingerly walked up a loose plank onto this “ferry “ Well, it was two dugouts with a few planks across with a little form to sit on. A motor bike was tucked on board as well. We were heading for Don Khong Island( one of the 4,000 ) out in the middle of the river. The ferry man sat in the back hull and pulled the cord of tiny motor and we set of over this swirling, upwelling eddying yellow brown river We made it to the island and he laid down the same rickety plank over the mud for us.
Found an adequate room with AC for only 80,000 kip = $11 It is a charming quite romantic little island, You eat in the restaurant accross the road right out over the swirling gurgling river. So charming sitting watching it struggling it’s way to the sea. It gives you the impression there’s a monster underneath protesting and making the water do the strangest things.
The next day I took a bike and wondered if I could make it ( in the heat ) the 40 km. around the island. Started out, intending to come back, kept going all the way round. It was really a bit much, especially as I got lost, and once fell off, covered in red mud, in front of a crowd, to their mirth, but quite an achievement.
Booking a ticket on a bus to Siem Reap, we, seven of us squeezed into an even more suspect single hull dugout. That was exciting, but we made it to the mainland
There about twenty of us squeezed into a little bus not much bigger than our people movers, Of course the locals are quite small.
Made it through the border, where I noticed this interesting young woman, who I quite accidentally sat beside. Aimee is Canadian and we have a lot in common and soon made friends, travelling all the rest of the way together.
Quite dry here, and just little workers shacks along the roadsides. Two hours we arrive in Stung Treng to change busses. Now we both had read, they try to rip you off at these bus terminals, and sure enough, when the rest of the people were told to get on the ferry ( Mekong again ) and catch a faster bus, ( seven hrs. ) Aimee and I were told to wait for our slower bus ( thirteen hrs. ) Then they said if we paid another $20 ea. we could get on the ferry. I might have paid it, but Aimee, like most young backpackers, just couldn’t afford it We waited it out, I bought us a lovely veggie lunch for $2 ea. Then when they said if we paid $15, we really got the message and said no.At last they said in desperation, $5 so we paid, jumped on a big so crowded ferry and sailed again across The Mekong. Then a similar small bus where they decided I need to sit in the front beside the driver. ( they do revel age in these countries ). Already I see this county vastly different than Laos where there is the classic small subsistence framing, with houses doted all over. Now, in Cambodia we see vast mono cultures one crop going for miles, with not a single house as they are all along the roadsides, which in turn are very widely spaced apart.The houses too are all tiny, obviously workers.The big prosperous houses are only in the villages.
As well, for miles and miles the land is newly cut over and developed as there are still blackened burnt stumps all through the crops. ( See Page 16 / 17 ) )
There are no cattle at all here, though an abundance of grasses.
After two ours of this we come to flat land and also, as far as the eye can see on both side is rice for miles and nary a house of shed to be seen except along the roadsides ( Again, Page 16 / 17 )There are many cattle now and they are all white and bigger than the small brown Laos ones But I soon notice mostly they are very poor and thin. I feel sure they have a mineral deficiency as there was plenty of grass. Love to talk to someone about it. I was to get an EM contact here but didn’t follow it up enough..
We roll into a good sized town,Stung Treng for a toilet stop with three hours to go.
Dark now and whilst he is a good driver it was scary. In the day, they toot the horn whenever approaching any veicule. At night he flicks the lights incessantly Now this works, but many of the approaching cars, especially the flash ones, don’t dip lights I couldn’t see at all past them and people on bikes everywhere !!
We arrive in Siem Reap and are inundated by the usual tuck tuck chaps.
I timidly ask Aimee if she would like to share a twin room. She was happy to do that so the driver says “he has hotel for $10 room with a swimming pool.” We don’t believe him but he was right and for $2 extra we were given the AC controller
That night with two German brothers we had teamed up, we found a little street restaurant where good food was $2 and a glass of Ankgor beer was 50c
Then we found Pub Street. Wow, what a buzz in the Angkor Bar I shouted a few beers and the loud music across the road was irresistible I found Aimee could dance it was very dark and so crowded but great fun. I got into my crazy dance and many women would dance with me, so I would have three at once. Aimee was great, Stephan joined in. Too crowded, so we of onto the street still dancing and people were taking photos of us. Haha, the street kids started calling me Michael Jackson. (That was the first time it happened, but many times later. rather flattering !! Promptly started trying to learn the back step in “Moonwalk” )
Aimee and I headed home and the boys stayed to hopefully find chicks.
Earlier, at the hotel the boys had said the drill was, for four people to hire a tuck tuck for the day , leave the hotel at 4-30 to be there to se the sun rise through Angkor Wat.
We did that and Angkor Wat is as amazing as they say. I have photos to prove it.
The boys were going to stay for twelve hour to get their money’s worth. It costs $20 which is a lot for them. (They recommend two days to properly see it all, and some take seven ! ) I was buggered after eight hours walking, amongst massive crowds and would have gone home, buy stayed and they tired and we left.
In a few days Aimee left for Battambang where she was to teach Vipassina meditation I’m sure we will keep in touch.
I left Siem Reap by bus, to see the countryside on a seven hour trip. Such a difference with Laos where there’s small subsistence farming Looks like either govt. ( Communism )or corporate farming ( Yes, I guessed it, Page 16 / 17 )Page 16 / 17 ) massive scale, and monocultural. Large single crops go literally for miles. Also, for the first hours, on uneven ground, it was all newly developed, black stumps of cut over bush in all fields. Then further on and all the way to Phnom Penh, where the land is all flat and fertile there’s rice on both sides of the road for as far as the eye could see. No houses out there at all, only on he sides of the infrequent roads. It would seem only small workers homes too, as if they aren’t the actual farmers houses. The only big houses are when we hit a village. ( Page 16 / 17 )
Must be low lying land now , as it seems water from The Mekong to our right ,is actually flowing over the rice fields, deeper than the rice plants It may be flooding, but i don’t think so, puzzling. ( It was the Mekong )
Phnom Penh, a big city, ,2 ,000,000 people. It takes nearly hour to get the centre. A tout / tuck tuck man latches onto me. I don’t want him as not much English. His brother speaks for him and pleads for me to give him a go. ( Wrong decision ) I say a hotel about $20. He takes me to “ The Safari Hotel “ Bit dear at $25, but nice. No breakfast though. I straight away get out on the town looking for better priced places, but as usually happens with me, it’s “you”s gets what yous pays for “ so have stayed here. Big, bright airy, room with balcony to street, AC., fridge, and good WI fi.
The tuck tuck man that grabbed me at the bus . Well, they try and be your diver for the duration of stay. I tried to stave him off but they are so persistent.
So, next day I hired him to take me to “ The killing fields “ The Choeung Ek Genocidal Centre, and S 21 prison and torture chambers.
A bit like Angkor Watt, you could write a book on both, This is so sad it’s hard to write.
3,000,000 people died in the hands of Pol Pot and his murders. 20,000 of them, mostly entirely innocent, were incarcerated in S 21 and tortured until they signed false confessions, having to implicate other persons, even family, who would be the brought in to undergo the same. S21 is an ugly concrete building which was a high school, not needed now of course as education is why you were being killed. Here you were in the most graphic detail the methods of torture and humiliation.Then, after confessing, thinking perhaps they would be sent to a slave work party, they were immediately put in covered trucks, blindfolded, driven the eighteen kms. (the same route I took ) to the killing fields, put in a blacked out, sound proof room, till night fall, taken out in groups, made to kneel on the edge of massive pre dug hole in the ground, clubbed with any type of farm tool, even hoes, ( bullets cost money ) and pushed into the hole.
We saw a particular tree, where they would swing babies by their feet and smash their heads on it before throwing them into he pit, often with the mothers watching, before they too were killed
All the while they played revolutionary music so loud that also with the generator going the people, farmers, outside couldn’t hear the screams and thought it was just another party meeting.
We saw the chemical shed where the DDT was stored. They sprayed that on the bodies to stem the smell, and to kill any that were not yet dead.
For a start there were just two trucks a week coming from S 21, but later it was 300 people a day and they couldn’t keep up. They slaughtered all night under lights There would be 200 in a pit, they would swell and started rising out of the ground.
.That is just a snippet of this gruesome piece of history I think of” Picaso’s War “ and his painting Guernica or any of the many genocides in history, but this was worse as it was Cambodians torturing killing,, Cambodians
Just had a talk to the manager of the hotel, nice guy, I asked him if Pol Pot was mad and he told me the whole story about Vietnam Cambodia and Khmer Rouge
Getting to more present day observations. Was sitting with the computer out front facing the street and there’s these older ladies with little carts, or just big plastic bags over their shoulder picking through the bins etc. collecting plastic bottles, tins, or just plastic. With virtually no other recycling going on it is something. A lady from the hotel, the cook I think, was standing by the roadside with cardboard cartons. A more upmarket bag lady walked up with a large shiny cart, ( like a bigger shopping trolley ) and delving into the boxes filled hers with plastic bottles mostly, ( we buy all our drinking water in these countries, no such thing as a glass at the tap, aren’t we so lucky. ) tins, cardboard etc. And then, the most interesting part she gave the cook lady some money, how great, a win win situation.
And too, sitting there in this relatively better part of town it’s common for a large rat to scurry past your feet. Day or night they run across the road, more like a little dog really. There is rubbish everywhere. not a clean city.
This morning I changed my bus till tomorrow as I want to go back to a computer place to see if they can erase the blue icons all through my story but he couldn’t and helped me with some other minor problems, Again not wanting any money, so I gave the lad $5. They are such nice people. Turned out I fixed it by re saving the story again from Pricilla’s e-mail. The boy also installed Word and using that instead of Pages the blue icons are not there. Success,, with the monster ay.
Just back from visiting the National Museum, not so informative. Being bitten a lot by mosquitoes. You sweat so much I guess the repellant washes off. Fingers crossed.
Not sure whether to go back down to imbibe in the life down “by the riverside ” where I usually go, or try a street inland the manager told me about, with great food and life. Knowing me, will probably do both.
Sitting here with the AC going am a bit cold so, stepping out onto the balcony, though it’s six pm ,and starting to grow dark it’s like a sauna. Most Westerners hate i the heat, I love it.
Before I went out last night I bought the manager a beer and we sat out on the street and yarned. I learnt so much. He has a wife and three great little girls who like me. He still has the family farm down south and would love to be there, and will one day. Makes me feel how lucky I have been / are.
He lived through the Kramer Rouge ( K M ) as a boy. Said they didn’t kill them all in that district, just starved and worked them 14 hrs. a day Said they KM. were everywhere, and if they heard water boiling in the house they would come in and if there was anything in the water apart from the few grains of rice they were allowed you were shot. The parents brought up seven children through those three years, so the dad, ( still alive ) secretly and quietly climbing a tree and carrying down a coconut, cutting into tiny pieces for each person. Many died, I think three million.
They were turned out of the family house and it was used as a hospital for the KM. When the K M. were pushed out by the Vietnamese they got the house and farm back. He had an uncle and aunt sent to S 21 tortured and bludgeoned to death.
I asked him again if Pol Pot was mad. He had a lot to say and it’s hard to put it on paper, but will try.
Pol Pot was from a very poor family but bright and got a scholarship to be educated in France. Didn’t pass a degree, joined the communist party there, came home, shot up the ranks in “ The Party “ eventual becoming No 1 Even though the system gave him the chance in life, he never forgot his impoverished childhood and hated wealthy people. And though he was a teacher and educated he set out to kill all of those people. ( so, of course the question arises, “ what is madness ? ) You will have read the rest above in S 21, and The Killing Fields.
Now, he also says that Vietnam ( who he thinks is behind most of Cambodia’s problems ) and partly China were supporting Pol Pot. He would say Vietnam has always had designs on Cambodia and do anything to weaken it hence supporting Pol Pot.
The K M. rule only lasted about three years. It had to fail as there was nobody to run the country as all educated people were dead or escaped. What was left were the K M. army, all farm boys, and the peasantry Pol Pot’s people, who were also dying of starvation and over work.
Now, he says the invasion by the Vietnamese army and the expulsion of the K M. was a mixed blessing. While the K M. were in power Phnom Penh was totally deserted, as Pol Pot saw no need for city’s, the land and peasantry was all that mattered., so when The Vietnamese army moved in they commandeered every car, motor bike airplane etc. in sight and sent them back to Vietnam. They also occupied the country for about ten years.
Another thing, he said, The Vietnamese ( V ) sent many ten year old boys to be educated in Hanoi, staying and marrying V women. Then sending them back to Cambodia ( C ) to run the country, their way. One man they made president of C. They then told him to send out the young men to cut all the forests down and send the timber to V. For two reasons, no forest for gorilla army to fight from and most of the young men die of mosquitoes bourn diseases in the mud and swamps, further weakening the country.
This President was a good man and still a patriot of C, wouldn’t have the forest cleared so he only lasted a year, was sent back to Hanoi and imprisoned for ten years there. They then installed someone more malleable.
My host feels Pol Pot was just part of all of this.
He, had a lot more to say, but I don’t want to bore you on the subject.
We talked at length about the land tenure, and the vast tracts of land I saw with no houses.
Half of all the land is still owned by the government and they corruptly, lease it for 99 years to their cronies mostly Vietnamese and Chinese corporates.
They come in, cut all the trees, sell the timber, then walk away producing nothing.
He also said the vast tracts of flat fertile land I saw isn’t all rice, a lot of it is just grass lying idle,( crony corporates,) virtually no stock out there, also no fences ()
So thousands of landless people leave every year for the likes of Vietnam looking for jobs to survive.
The vast lakes of slowly moving brown water over the paddy fields, is indeed a natural process of the annual flooding of the Mekong.
These lakes extend all the way down south of Phnm Penh, as well, and he said , the silt left behind each year ( making a gesture with his hands looking like four inches ! eventually raises the land to where you don’t grow rice as not enough water, but so fertile one can grow any vegetable with impunity, as they do.
So The Old Man Mekong has it’s uses, though he says the climate indicates big changes e.g. Higher water levels and hotter in the rainy season, and dryer in the other season. ( climate change he feels )
I could have talked to him all night, but his wife is quite demanding for help with the three young’uns though there was a whole family supporting her. She seemed jealous.
Off out onto the heat of the night. Went to the street recommended. Didn’t’ like it all touristy and glitz, so hopped on a motor bike and was whizzed back down to my old stamping ground by my favourite river, where I was picked up by an interesting lass., took her for s drink, didn’t like her story or give her what she wanted, which was sex, and you knew you would be done, in some way. but gave her $5 for her company, and slipped back to my favourite bar meeting a very lovely young lady, bought her some drinks, danced of course, and had a wonderful night.
Was to be on a bus at eight for Ho Chi Minh ( H C M. ) but decided to stay another day as problems with my computer and had found a good place to take it, so changed the bus for a day later. They were a big help, but in the end I fixed the computer myself as he put Word on for me.
Met with my last nights dancing partner again, but got to bed early at one am as am on the bus in the morning. Miss that girl ay.
The bus was a good one, best yet, even a toilet, which doesn’t worry me, but good for the ladies not having to lift their skirts in public.
We drove through more miles of flooded flat land till the bus rolled onto a ferry across “ my river “ I couldn’t count the big busses, trucks, cars, motor bikes and people and could see how they capsize, so I was ready! More sheets of water turning the land into lakes until we reached the border..
I was sad leaving that fantastic little country and the bus driver had to hustle me onto the bus last as I was standing looking back. Cambodia I love you.
Quite a shock again into a different culture. It seemed built up all the way along both sides of the road until you realised we were actually in the outskirts of the great Ho Chi Minh. It seemed one long town from the border. It took almost an hour to gain the centre of the city I got chatting to a nice young Vietnamese lass who had been concerned about my heavy pack all along at the border. Was bucketing down as we got of the bus and a taxi driver was touting me. She grabbed me and said “no they are expensive, she would get me one “ She hailed one, ( V— taxi) and made sure I was ok. I meet so much kindness here. The taxi drivers here never seem to know where to go, but I had a card ( compulsory ) and prompted him where to go.
The card was to my dentist, so I jumped out and into there to ask for a lend of local money to pay the driver Talked to my nice little dentist. He said “come back at six. So I just walked around the Corner to our old hotel The Little Saigon Corner, took a window room on the first floor ( I admit I’m paranoid about fire in these countries, most smoke, and inside, especially in China, no fire escapes. In those cases I will first look out the window and count the sheets before I take a room.)
At six I duly presented at the dentist. He is always hard to convince about things wrong with his job, but I am a persistent man. He did a good job in the end, and I am happy now, but not happy enough to go back.
Talking to the cute little receptionist , who I have got to know well, I asked where the “hot spots, especially for dancing are. She pointed me to “ The Chili Sky Tower in the AB building, and the” Gossip Bar” Both just around the corner really. I soon found the Chili Sky tower, and wow, you are in the sky, thirty floors up. Is very posh, and people in an emerging nation trying to be sophisticated. Not alluring, but the night was gorgeous, the view fantastic, so I bought a beer for the enormous price !! of 200000 Dong = $12 !! for a good Belgian beer, cheap. The night before I was paying 50 cents on the street.
All so relative ay.. There was one real looking lad there by himself. I asked to pull up a stool and we got on cracking. He is Australian from Perth, in the mining industry of course. He had been there a while as there had been a “happy hour “
There was no way you would dance there so opted to find The Gossip Bar, Shane was keen to, though like most men, and for that matter women he “no way “ was a dancer. It was a competition to find it the bar, me as usual asking people, him on his Google. We both won ay. I didn’t want to go in as it was so loud and crazy I didn’t think he would like it, but while I was casing out he had paid. He is a very generous young man.
Well , the not so good music was the loudest I’ve known and, same thing all standing around trying to look sophisticated , not a soul dancing, just a few jigging up and down. I walked, half danced around trying to get someone to dance. Some wanted to, but too scared. Back to the bar, but I just had to dance. There was this big round dance floor with steps all around, so up the steps and into the middle I danced by myself It wasn’t long before Michael Jackson’s name was coming up, what fun. There were many guys in faun suites standing around, quazey bouncers come staff They all wanted me to get back up there, but not until a young guy, encouraged by an older bouncer showed interest, so between the bouncer and me we bullied him up there . He was pretty good, so we away. Then the bouncer joined us and he was pretty good too. I had the feeling the young guy was gay as the older guy was encouraging me towards the lad. I guess he though an older dancer has to be gay. I love it ay.
I soon got sick of the place, though we had got them started as a few people were now jigging up and down up on the floor.
As we went out a bouncer asked me how old I was. I told him, “ only eighty two “ he just about fell on the floor, so I gave him a parting exabition.
I wanted to take Shane to Tim’s Bar , near The Bitx Tower where last time here I met the gorgeous Han, Mekong Girl
Shane was pretty drunk by now, as had a lot more than me. Good guy, but classic Aussie, boisterous and pushy. He would get in a taxi, with a driver with not a word of English who didn’t’ have the faintest where to go. We went within a block of the tower, but the little bugger wouldn’t stop and kept driving so between him and Shane who “both knew where to go ! “ we ended up miles and miles in the opposite direction. Shane muttered, “he was paying “ he sure was. The driver dropped us of near what looked like the tower but no. So Shane grabs another taxi and it was better and we found it, by accident I think ! Now I,, had to find Tims Bar. Shane was walking pretty slow in his present state, so I doubled back to him saying it would be the other street but he / we spotted another bar. He said, “just one “ Not a bad little bar, not as up market as Tim’s . The girls didn’t expect drinks, just were nice and encouraged one to stay and drink more.
I danced and the girls loved it but too shy to join me, and the name Michael started whizzing around the bar. When I got back to the bar Shane was in avid conversation with I guess couple of Aussies, so I left my drink, jumped in a taxi and home in a few minutes, costing only 24,000 dong. He would have spent thousands on those two taxies! It was three am. But for all I know Shane may still be back in the bar. Next day it’s five- thirty and am writing back up in my favourite coffee café and looking down the traffic is incredible, ninety percent motor bikes and scooters by the thousands. Today has been pretty uneventful, but I don’t often have a slack day, and caught up on writing.
I will go back to The Chili Sky Bar for happy hour at seven as
Shane may be there and I would like to see him again. I gave him my card but haven’t heard, though he hasn’t a computer, and will have a big headache ay, though he’s a tough guy. My last night here and you never know, I may never be back, though I have a feeling about that !
So, my next adventure. What a great universe it is. If you love it it sure does “love you back “ Sky Bar, “here I come “
So, it’s raining cats and dogs, but off with trusted brolly. Getting a bit wet but you soon dry out here. Up to the 28th floor and it had to be the inside bar. Not as exciting, but view still good through the rain. Shane not here so settled down to the good Belgian beers at happy hour rates. Back out into the busy night and promptly got lost. A motor bike man took me the three blocks for 2,000 Dong
Back to the hotel to pick up the discount card for “ Mon Hue Restaurant and met this outrageous American Joel Osner, Is 62, body not good health but mind as sharp as a needle. Been a musician, has shares in nine restaurants. We cracked of like twins.
He had eaten so I high tailed it through the rain to “ Mon Hue “ again to have my wonderful fish meal. Home and to bed by eleven, earliest in months.
Up at six for breakfast with Joel. He’s on his third marriage to a Thai lady, which has lasted twenty years and I think he is still in love.
I took the advantage to ask him / talk about the whole Asian partner thing. Obviously he, and I think my two friends have struck it right, but on the whole I think it’s a sad business. I feel, if you can’t get on with a “ white fella “ woman ,men often run away to somewhere like Asia, where it’s cheap to live and and partner with someone who usually can’t speak English, and a totally different culture. So often I se the men gathering in their “ expat “ groups in avid conversations, and the woman ignored with almost no involvement.
The Asian wo0men “know what they want” they pull this often older guy, marry him, get their kid, wait a few years, take half his goodies, leave and either go back home to family, or marry a younger man of their own age.
Joel and I are such big talkers, we don’t always get to the point, so I need to talk more to him about this.
Joel asked a favour of me. For years he has donated a thousand $ us each year to
The Danang Ass. Of Agent Orange Victims He is not too sure if the money is going to the right cause, and asked me if I would go and see them, snoop around and try to see what they are doing with it. They said they would send him the proof, but never have and he is so concerned he didn’t send any this year
I have had a lot of experience with this scenario in Africa and an please to see them. The taxi to the airport is a whole other experience. As few cars dodging around, through, all but over, no rules, it’s amazing. You either look for a hole, or you make one, and it seems to work ! The flight at only $US45, took just an hour, and that’s half way up Vietnam.
I am back in The Sunshine Hotel again, tucked into a very nice room with a balcony over the swimming pool.
No sign of Jon. I guess he’s running around having his nails done for the wedding.
He arrived and is looking great, for the stress of a man getting married in a few days. Mind you, he’s not big on feelings. Introduced me to all his friends from O/S, fifteen flown in here for the wedding. Interesting crew including, Tony fm. Auckland, ( in the gold business ) Jon’s brother Shea’s dad — and his interesting wife Sue, Dave and Stella fm. Rangeora, Chch, Robin, fm. NZ, lives here like Jon with a partner, and others. That night we all got in two taxies to the beach and had some hilarious drinks, where I stepped into a hard to see water feature, wet up to my crutch.( Well, you dry out so quick here ! ) Then back to town to one of Jon’s favourite restaurants, ‘ 43 “. My food, a ruined big fish was crap, worst meal in Asia
Next day, Tony and I were to cycle early to Jon’s “ office “ at the beach and swim in the sea, but Tony couldn’t get up ay. Dave, Stella and I cycled to the market to buy material for a wedding shirt for me, and trousers for Dave. Bought some lavender material at 150,ooo dong, = $9 !!
Sue showed me how to get my Michael Jackson black trousers mended, so cycle again to the tailors to be fitted for shirt and yes they could mend my trousers, for free !!
That night, taxies to a lovely fish restaurant right on the beach. Few drinks and beautiful food. I had the little clams. Small meal, but not hungry, and was lovely. ( good choice Jon ) Back home for the earliest in bed at nine yet, great.
Hope to hear fm. Mrs. Hien of The Danang Ass. Of Agent Orange Victims ( VAVA ) This morning to go there today. So, off to breakfast.
Well got a taxi to Da Nang, 35 Km. Ms Hien the President wasn’t able to come as “had an important meeting “ so I met with the Vice President Phan Thanh Tien . I said at the start I may be interested in donating, so wanted to know what they did with the money. He was a bit shifty at the start and kept asking me who told me to come there. I edged around that then I blew my cover as hadn’t remembered I had written Joel Osner’s name on the address page I had given him. He said was it Joel , and I said he was a friend. So he was onto me ay.
We talked at length, They have five houses, three centres where The Victims come, and they spend six million dong.
I asked him many times what % of the money goes to the people and what to Administration, and could I see a balance sheet, as with most businesses. Got no answer to the % one, but he said he would send me a balance sheet. ( Somehow I would be surprised )
( I do have some. credentials for this work as have had a lot to do with aid programs in Africa, and not impressed with many )
Later Ms Hien surprisingly turned up, a bit sheepishly. He would have told her on the phone in Vietnamese that I knew Joel Osner, hence I became a more important person, as Joel has had words with them while trying to find out where his money was going, and actually stopped the money. She didn’t speak English so Mr Tien translated.
He asked me how long I would be here and said that in Monday he would take me to one of the three centres where they work with the children I said our group would all be on a tour of Da Nang that day and some of the others may want to come. So I will set that up.
Am speaking to “ the boys “ now and one said he would be too upset. I said, “ I have followed this American “ thing in Vietnam, Laos, and Cambodia for two months and “ discovered “ that the yanks had carpet bombed the Trail on Laos every nine minutes, day and night for nine years in the name of democracy. The most bombed country in all of the world wars.“ I said I couldn’t be any more upset than studying that, and we need to know what we do to these poor little countries.
Another hilarious dinner at the beach and home early to bed.
Met Barney, a very interesting man with us. Has been a gemstone dealer living all over the world. His wife, an American, sounds even more fascinating I met her at the wedding, and having a good talk to her she works with natural medicine, acupuncture and even internal massage, where you manipulate and shift the internal organs around. She is a beautiful blonde, and quite lovely.
Now, I have been wondering about the soil, between Da Nang and here since I came here. It is so poor, growing nearly nothing. I decided it was either agent orange, or desert. The victims people told me it wasn’t agent orange On the way out I popped into a normal garden, and, sure enough it is almost pure sand, hence no A. O. as jungle would never have grown there.
Barney told me about these massive Tra Que Gardens I should see. So, I set off on my bike, towards the beach and at the end of the paddy fields a little road sneaks in to the right where there acres of immaculate veggie gardens. Owned by the government, people lease a plot ( I guess about 500 sq. mt. ) The best kept gardens I have ever seen. With the heat here ,and fast growth, I think a plot like that would support a family.
Home and Garry, Dave and I biked to pick up our new wedding shirts. Mine too big but they will take it in. Did a good job of mending my “ dancing pants “
I was going to go to the wedding in my sandals, as is all I am carrying, but it is all looking a bit flash so biked along to the Riker shop, and for $40 bought a pair of those. Better to have had them made like the other boys, as not perfect but, the wedding was to be in three hours !!
So, the wedding was a great affair ( not quite grand, but almost., ) outside a big restaurant, on the banks of the river, tables and decor beautifully done. A meter high horse and phoenix carved out of ice, standing dripping down into trays, with changing lights behind.
Tyna, all in white in a magnificent wedding dress looked like a princess. Jon, as charming and good host as ever.
Quite a different wedding. They made up their own vows witch was charming. Then the giving, a big part of local custom, ( I had asked Jon before about presents, “ you give either gold, silver or money “ that was easy for me ) Most of the guests, like me put money in an envelope and handed it to a woman at a desk coming in Then one by one her sisters ( nine I think ) came up and put a gold ring on her figure. Also her one brother, aunts, and then the manager of the orphanage she spent all her childhood in came up talked and presented another gold ring. She was covered in them.
Then there were the speeches, short apart from Dave, which was quite late so all the locals used that as the opportunity to leave. Two dear old aunts came up and said goodbye to me. That was touching.
Jon made special mention that Henry Hope had telegraphed to wish them well. ( He had asked me for Jon’s Ph. No.
As it darkened, which is so often the case, here, it started to rain, so we all shifted inside for a wonderful buffet dinner, and all along the red wine was flowing into my glass.
By now, it was pouring with rain and Garry Sue, Tony and a few others stumbled out into the road and walked ( no taxis etc. allowed in this old quarter) running into the only bar open and, would you believe had more drinks. Tony was drinking this mixture of white rum etc., etc! and he bought me one. Well I have to admit I was then quite drunk. ( I rarely mix drinks )
No taxis, so we hopped on the back of the murderous motor bikes ( 17000 killed on / off them every year ! ) and made it home.
In the morning, as I had promised , I took Sue on the bikes back out to “ The Tra Que Gardens. She loved it, knowing a few more plants than me also.
We spotted a cooking class notice, went in talking to the owner. It’s $us28 , where at eight am you do some gardening, pick your veggies, cook them, then at twelve you sit down to table and eat them.
There were twelve elderly women and men tucking in around a long table. They were all friends from Perth. They had just flown in after taking the boat from Siem Reap, Cambodia, all the way down The Mekong to Ho Chi Minh in a flash boat all supplied, calling into tiny villages, really meeting the people for $NZ2000
That would be an amazing trip, would love to do it.
Been writing the rest of the afternoon, and it seems as I do get lost when I write, the crowd have all gone out for dinner so will just pop across the road to this wee café with quite good food and beer’s ok.
Oh it’s closed, well Sunday night. So, turned right to walk towards town and lo, two buildings on here’s another delightfully kinky little restaurant. Tentatively looked in, an old lady peering at me, not the usual young chick rushing up th welcome you, but I had a feeling, went in , the old lady just stared at me, then the preverbal young lady rushed up to offer me a seat.
Well, I had discovered a real dinkum family business. They had it all written up at the front of the menu, all the family’s names and they had started this and hoped we would support them to make a l living. I had two beers and a nice little fish hotpot with rice. A small meal but just right So, for 119,ooo $NZ7 a satisfying meal. I talked to the few other people there and they found it just as delightful. Quite lovely and unique.
Twenty meters home and very early to bed as up with writings. Starting to make a habit of early nights before nine, the second in two months !!
Just had an e-mail back from Friendly Travel in Hanoi about the trek at Sapa, sounds great.
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Could I stay longer in the village home stay and return later with another group ?
The one thing I don’t have is tramping boots. I am travelling in a very strong pair of ” Keen ” sandals, would they be all right ?
Kind regards, Michael.
Well , Jon has decided to take us all to see the sights of Da Nang this arvo So I can make my arrangements to leave for Hanoi. Walked across the road to Vietnam Travel. Yesterday there was a flight for US$ 52 today it’s $107, next day the 4th it’s $62, at night it’s $48, so will take the $62 at three pm,
I rang Mr Tien of VAVA. To say, “ I could be at his office at 10-30 on Thursday, if he could take me to the centre to experience the wounded children He said, “ Yes “ So will do that.
Was lucky enough to get Tony, ( Gold ), Barney ( Precious stones )and Garry ( (You name it ) together to talk about stones.
We got onto USA. Vs. Russia. Putin. Interesting trio.
I asked Tony if I could have a personal talk with him about gold, so I took him next door to my now favourite restaurant to have what was a very useful discussion.
He said, in relation to the what I see as inevitable melt down—————— ( Private Talk )
He loved the meal.
Bought my bus and plane ticket to Hanoi for the 4 th.at 2-30 Then fourteen of us set of in a mini bus for the trip around Da Nang.
On the outskirts of Da Nang there five marble mountains. Nearby are many marble sculpture shops, where at the big one we perused Quite amazing stuff. Then we drove through Da Nang city and on around the cliffs up to the magnificent massive Buddha. Must be forty m. high and one hell of a sight Many Vats and Temples , quite a village.
On the way down the hill we visited a unique, delightful art gallery after walking up to this fairyland like collection of self built dinky little houses. Tony had been, loved it and wanted to share it.
Then on inspecting the lovely city went on to a coffee café where we had excellent coffee.
The idea then is to dally till dark as the lights are the big feature of Da Nang
Getting dusk and Jon took us for a lovely walk along the river front past new most upmarket development with palatial new houses.
Getting dark and the lights start to light up. Bridges ( five ) across the river and lights wow.
First a massive ferris wheel framed behind a cable bridge also lit up. Then The Dragon Bridge lights up, and almost every building a bevy of lights. I have never seen the likes before. It is a known feature of Da Nang.
A great tour, thank you Jon and Tyna.
Home with much talk of real estate, ( many such people with us, and of course Jon, )and back to Hoi An.
Many got off in town mainly too dine at Café 43. I talked The Groveners, Dave and Stella, Jade, Jordan and I into trying the little restaurant nearby I found last night.
Ten fifteen, they all went to bed, I wandered into the Spar across the road and had a delightful Vietnamese massage. Then wandered across the road again to same restaurant. Was closed but the massage couple rattled on the gate and the young lady emerged and let me in.
I sat down with one more Saigon beer, she brought out a red dragon fruit, ( never seen ) which is beautiful, ( grown away in the mountains and expensive with freight ). They use them for the colour in cocktails, but beautiful to eat. was so appreciative of me bringing so many people in. She has good English and told me the whole history of the family’s journey. The obstacles these people survive !
Very sunny and hot today. Had some great swims in the pool with Garry and Sue , the parents of Shea, who I was in USA with Lifeforce. I really enjoy that couple, they are great craic.
I heard there were three young women teachers from Ho Chi Minh who also had a lot to do with VAVA. here. Made a point of meeting them and they said, That “the money goes every which way ”. One VAVA place they arrived at had a big flash Mercedes sitting outside the office”. Many times, the stuff, needed for The Victims would all go missing through the staff, but they said in a do-gooder way “ they are poor and they need it “ Been having trouble sending e-mail. Got onto web based mail and at the pool . Ian a teacher fm. Tasmania helped me get that system going, great and thanks Ian. Popped around the road to the tailor’s to get my new shirt taken in.
Had another wonderful massage. Will have the face massage after dinner.
An Edward Lunney and wife asked me where to have dinner and a drink. He was sick. I showed them the “ I think you like “ restaurant and joined them there.. Garry, Sue and Tom joined us as well. So good for the restaurant.
I was so touched later when the girl patted me on the shoulder and said my meal was free. That’s appreciation, so nice.
Lunney’s wife has bad allergy’s, can’t have seaweed, but got Edward interested and have e-mail
Dear old Tom, on about the charity he works for, nice for him, I’m sure he is a help.
Had-a face massage. Strange experience, so had a look in the mirror to see the difference, not sure what to look for !
Popped into my restaurant. Had a Saigon, said goodbye , writing and bed.
Hopped on bike to ATM for money and promptly got lost with no hotel card. Stupid thing to do , as so easy to get lost. Found hotel by 7-30, so time to pack, pay, and have breakfast.
The mini bus was doing a tour, and I was an add on, but he took me right to the office, nice. As with last time I was a bit wary of Mr Tien, and I think, he of me. He seemed doubtful about taking me to The Centre, but I persisted and he and I whipped off in a tiny taxi
He said on the way that the children were on holiday and I wouldn’t see many. Well what a delightful surprise when we walked in, the classroom was brimming with the children, their teachers, BA girls and an Indian man Ranjit Dasgupta a director of Harris Freeman Vietnam, and the benefactor of the day, passing out gifts to the children. He ( his company ) also has just built an clinic next door where they are experimenting with detoxing THE DIOXIN with large dosses if niacin, vitamins and sauna, with a doctor’s clinic beside. Mrs. Hien ran the show and did a good job. Mr. Dasgupta was asked up to speak, and then Ms. Hien asked me to speak. It was a real privilege to address those kids, and how they responded. They rushed up and throw their arms around me, and want to be cuddled.
These kids are too handicapped and poor to go to a normal school, so these three centres are set up as schools for them.
It was so obvious, those kids have got a lot from VAVA. Does make you think…
The highlight of the visit was the acts and items the young people put on up on the stage. They had such fun expressing themselves. It was all I could do to not get up and dance with them. I know how they would have loved it, this old guy joining in .
Outside I drew Mr. Dasgupta aside and vented my and without names Joel’s, about where the money is spent
He is adamant it mostly goes to the kids. He says he audits them each time he comes.
He also told me about the “ Peace Village “ just out of Ho Chi Minh “
I will keep in touch with Mr Dasguota as he’s big in tea farming, and has helped a lot of emerging countries with that.
They proudly showed me round the detox clinic, then we all squeezed into a people mover back to the centre where Ms. Hien left us. Mr Tien took me back to the office where I settled down with Wi-Fi and am writing this, which brings me up to date.
By the way, Ms. Hien and especially Nr Tien, and me, are the best of friends now ! I would so like this to be a legit charity, as would love to be involved. Half an hour and they will take me to the airport two km. away.
THEN A good flight of one hour into Hanoi. Taxi man got lost, took an hour, but he got there.
Was like coming home, they all knew me at Hanoi Blue Sky Hotel 2, and put me in the same old room Henry and I were in nearly two months ago. I reckon his cigarette buts were still in the ash tray out on the balcony.
At night, did the same haunts we were familiar with.
Found it hard to find a suitable restaurant, so went to the expensive one that we supported on it’s first night’s opening .
Up at six and on the computer. E-mailed Mr. Robert at Friendly Travel He came here at nine. We talked about Sapa, he then took me on his motor bike to look for a hat to cover my neck as forgot to pack mine. The sun is vicious here and got my neck sunburnt and sore at Hoi An with all the cycling.
Don’t think I’ll go on a motor bike again as so dangerous. I really don’t know how they do it, though there’s seventeen thousand killed on motor bikes, and several million hospitalized.
I was offered a ride to the Apple Shop today and refused it.
I haven’t been able to send my VERY LONG Travelogue so this morning, down in the foyer,, every man and his dog has had a go to no avail I have persisted and, well,, beat it, so will annoy you all with it ! Well, it’s not compulsory reading. ( There’s The Press )
Just watched the tango on TV while writing, must learn. (Colombia won, of course ! )
Just got another e-mail from Mr. Robert as he knows The Ho Chi Minh Mausoleum is a must for me tomorrow to say he does that plus the rest of the town for $30 in a car, and $20 on a bike. Guess how many wheels I have chosen ! ! Looking forward to that
My little memento from Phnom Phen arrived by mail from the lovely receptionists at “ Little Saigon Corner Hotel in Ho Chi Minh. So nice of them.
On Sunday I have committed to do The Sapa trip .
I may stay in the villages longer
Wanting importantly to visit The Ho Chi Minh Mausoleum, I was easily talked into a tour by Mr. Robert. When we get on the bus out tour leader Mr Tom announced that The Mausoleum closed today for it’s three months maintenance. ( Old Ho Chi needs a face lift ) I was naturally brassed of as Robert must have known as I purposefully told him and since refused another tour he has been trying to get me on.
The rest of the tour was good, if a few too many Temples and Vats for me.
Better get out on the town for food, beverage and the nightlife.
This has been a great trip / experience, though be good to be back home as well..
Must find a different neck of the woods tonight, rather than the touristy area that Henry and I frequented last time. so turned right fm. the hotel this time. First corner on left , cute coffee café but no beer, Across the road Saigon ( my favourite beer) 25—D. not another soul there and I remembered, Henry and I had coffee there and both women were so sour., as they were again. Walked across the road where, two for one Hanoi beer for 30 D. Very friendly staff and lots of people there. ( So, “ It pays to smile “ ) Sitting in the street on a Saturday night. I don’t know how to express my feelings. There’s so much going on. I will try.
I found this little street that was all Cafes, then one with some Heineken beer. The waitress chatted me up, a university lass wanting to improve her English I think
Mostly middle class family’s walking past and you can’t help noticing how much they love their children. That is a main impression of these three country’s.
Then ambled on to last night’s back street, to the low key but popular street restaurant and, while having a Saigon I watched this phnonanam
Literally hundreds to thousands of well dressed mostly young people purposefully walking past one way. Where were they going.
So, I followed “ the maddening crowd “
The crowd got thicker and thicker till their was no space right across the road, but still motor bikes nuzzled through .
The throng didn’t really go anywhere, there were no nightclubs and few tiny bars, they were just being, the best way they knew, / could.
I see it as the a case of the “ wellspring “ of nature, ( what we’ve lost, ) young people with little money, just enough to dress up, out there, Saturday night, just being with their peers, laughing, having fun, and perhaps find a lover.
Of course most of the people in these three countries have a lot, lot less than than these kids ,and they wouldn’t be with this crowd, but even they, laugh and smile most of the time
We, The West, have so much to learn from the past..
Another thing with the comparatively few cars in these countries, there are no old ones. They are very expensive with I think 100% tax. So people with cars would be very wealthy. And there some very flash cars her.
The oldest cars here would have to be the taxies, from five to ten yrs.
Of course, it’s the same with houses
Twelve noon, stored my big bag here, and booked out.
Tried to find a nice coffee café with Wi-Fi, but all pretty grotty and hot, so back in hotel foyer writing.
In all these big towns , above the sidewalk, hang a gaggle of up to hundreds of both electric and telephone wires. All tangled together. How there aren’t more fires I’ll never know.
Well , across the street I have just seen a vendor obviously without a shop or permanent stand, with a long pole, hang many bird cages up on those wires, the birds unaware creating a cacophony of sound, waiting for new owners.
Stored my pack and computer bag and booked out of “Hanoi Blue Sky 2 Hotel to be picked up for the journey to Sapa.
In the two for one “ happy hour at “ Comga café bar on that corner I met John Middleton from Melbourne a very interesting man. He is interested in Lifeforce so we exchanged cards.
Then, mini bus picked me up for the train Stn. And there’s the usual frantic haste to get you on, only to languish waiting another half an hour for the train.
This was the start of my disappointment with “ Friendly Travel “ I was booked in the lowest class sleeper, ( not told about an upgrade ) with six in a berth, and I am on the top berth. A lovely French woman took pity on “ this old man “ and swapped me for a middle, what a darling.
The train trip was something to remember ! It was like a roller coaster lying on an inch thick mattress in the heat with ,as often the case a useless AC.
Many didn’t sleep at all for the ten hours, but hardy “ old “ Mike slept most of the way after an hour initial shock of this unique train and track.
We arrived at Lo Cal; at around seven am and transferred to another mini bus for the one hours trip up to Sapa.
It was indeed, up, up all the way until at one thousand mts. after passing many colourfully clad traditional indigenous people on motor bikes heading to start their tourist day, we arrived at the town of Sapa, and were ushered in like a herd of sheep to register ( I must add here, this is my first foray into the Tourist Tour type travel ) and breakfast. The food was pretty common, not Hmong at all, but ok.
Then we were introduced to a little Black Hmong woman who took us on a tour of Cat Cat and Sin Chai villages on the outskirts, showing us a lot of the Hmong way of life,. An original house equipped with its own stone corn grinder, rafters festooned with hanging drying corn cobs, fire on the floor with no chimney, and the winter’s supply of sacks of rice stacked in the loft. I asked about rats with the bags of rice and Viet seemed to think they had none. In all the towns they are everywhere. I was the only one who could work the grinder, being an old farmer !
We saw craft making, gardening, and my big interest on the trip, a lot about ( after my questioning ) rice farming.
But the highlight of that tour for me was the Hmong dancing, enchanting.
Now this was great, but I wasn’t prepared that this was the only culture we were to see.
Now we had walked down hill for about three km, and knowing we had a twelve km trek next day I wasn’t looking forward to all those steps up hill, so accepted a motor bike taxi back up to the hotel.
Free time after that, so a rest and a walk around the village.
Next day the same guide gathered us up and at nine thirty, late I though as I had been up since six ) we, eight in a group set off walking on tar seal ,for a fair while which seemed out of character for me. Along the roadside were little quarry’s of a pure white rock full of mica. I wonder what it is. tThere are whole mountains of it.I guess it;s marble. Eventually we dived off the road into the wild stuff. Viet tried to help me, but I wasn’t having a bar of it. If I needed help I shouldn’t be there.
Soon we were experiencing what we came to see, the most charming views you could wish to see.
First the mountains above, then what makes this place, and it’s mostly about rice, and the way the people manage first, every inch of the flat land with the patchwork of paddy fields, and then, the age old sculptured patterns of the of the myriad of tiny terraces literally wrapping themselves around the mountains. I don’t know of a prettier sight.
From my questions it seems, there’s two main types of rise, wet rice, grown in water, I think the main rice, then sticky rice (the most favoured one ) grown on dry land, relying just on natural rainfall.
I studied all the processes,. Plowing with buffalo, water, planting, harvesting, with a little sickle like tool, laying along the top of the stubble to dry, then mostly by hand, beating the seed out into a tub, or if more affluent, using a small machine, laying the seed on blue tarpaulins to further dry, winnowing to separate the seed from the chaff, and finally bagging and storing being the years food for the family. Now I was puzzled why, as well as the guide about seven other aptly garbed females, of all ages walked with us. One would latch onto you being so nice. I asked my one was she paid and she said “no, she came from a village even further on than our destination “and when asked how she got to Sapa by nine o’clock that morning she said, “ walked, leaving at four am “ They all had the traditional wicker baskets on their backs, and it turned out they were only there to sell us their traditional wares, which of course are in all the markets a lot cheaper. I, as distinct from most, (youngsters on tight budgets ) bought some ,mostly for my grand kids, so I was hassled the most, ( there’s a saying in Indo china, some of us have A,T.M. printed on our forehead.
So, we walk into a super market. !!
I found out later all these women were all Viet’s the guide’s relations., walking all that way just to sell us stuff.
Though the trip was good, Viet the guide didn’t show us much apart from the questions mostly from me. There’s masses of rivers, water flowing off these mountains and not enough being used for power generation, lack of finance I think, so was pleased when we walked past a small power station, funded by The Chinese I believe. The guide and the rest just walked past as if it wasn’t there. I walked into the place, seeing just one big generator and a spare one. The guide showed us bugger all, I soon realised this is just ” all about money “ not us.
I’m reading the brochure now as I edit this story and will enter the names of rivers, and places Viet omitted to tell us about.
The power Stn. Was the start of The Muong Hoa Valley. We walked through Y Linh Ho ( BLACK H’MONG ) The river is The Muong Hoa,
I read all the other names on the brochure before.
At about eight km. LAO CHI ( H”MONG )we stopped for lunch, I looked around and no sign of any food, and the guide said it wasn’t ready
It was then the hangers on descended on us, plying us with things to buy. As I said I bought some but not the others. The woman who had latched onto me was bitterly disappointed I didn’t buy of her, but she had nothing I liked for the kids. Then lo. after the selling frenzy, we were taken down the stairs which were hard to see, where many previous trekkers were feeding happily, no doubt after they had been seriously harangued upstairs. The food was ok, but just the same. I found out later the food comes in boxes from the same Summit Hotel.
Another four Km. and arrived at TA VAN ( DZAY ) our “ home stay. “ This was the biggest disappointment for me. No one emerged to welcome, and all evening the “ hosts “ didn’t emerge from the kitchen.
We were told by the guide we had to be here at five for chips, and dinner at six, so of course we all bought beers from the cooler. The chips dribbled out at about six then the meal not till seven thirty, all the while us spending money.
Then the guide warned us we mustn’t go out or we could be killed by marauding youths with big knives. I did all but laugh, and said loudly “ so we stay here and spend our money ‘
Earlier in the afternoon me and a lovely German couple who I really liked teamed up to case out the town and see where to go after dinner.
After dinner I said to the couple“ her statements were a joke, and lets do as we were going to and walk down, the fifty mts. to this kinky little bar to see the village life”. He would have, but his lovely partner was scared out of her wits and said she would only go with a bigger group.
The others said they would go later so I waited for a while then went on my own gainingThe next thing, when the party livens up a bit we see the first glimpse of our host as she comes out with a bottle and tiny glasses with the traditional rice spirit firewater and ply’s us. Being me I said loudly “ Oh it’s so lovely to meet our host” We didn’t see anyone again though. By this time they had the group settled in for the night. I found out from both Eddie and other trekkers that exactly the same ritual happens at all the home stays, which is what the village is all about.
Then I left and gained the Buffalo Bar unscathed.
Now, this great little bar is too big a story to tell here, but I will try.
The proprietor of the bar Eddie, is married to Hanoi local lady,. They have a little lad of sixteen months together who was sick in hospital for weeks at birth. Hence Eddie dotes on him. The mascot of the place is a dingo dog called “ Lucky “,
They built this bar three years ago and have been battling with the locals since. I will later tell you about an Australian I met in the village who keeps out of it all, but said, “ the locals gave Eddie the license to build the bar, now they are petitioning and plotting to get rid of him “
I’s all about the trekkers money. Keeping them away from the bar and staying in “ the homestay, so called “ I said to the trekkers, “If they made it more attractive, e.g. introduced us to their culture, the reason I / we came here, a bit of traditional music and at least a hello, of course we would want to stay their and spend money with them“
So, back to Eddie. I can’t tell you all he said, or I may “be killed ! “ , but suffice to say there’s a big war going on between him and the natives, and I can’t see Eddie winning.. He verified all I had surmised and a lot more.
I spent a hundred thousand more dong on beers with him, and the craic was great. He is as wonderful host the, opposite of the home stays and as the night wore on the other nine, ( we were joined by another French couple who had their own guide and weren’t hassled ) didn’t appear, I guess because of the terror. Anyway the system worked for the home stays.
Well the highlight of the night, and possibly the Sapa trip was. Eddie’s sixteen month little boy , who spent months in hospital with his mum at birth and now is slight but very well., who of course is the apple of his dad’s eye.
Also mum’s sister also was staying there with her three yr. old little girl.
Eddie’s music was pretty good for dancing. The wee boy wanted to play with him, so he got up with him in his arms dancing around. The little girl was hyped hanging onto his legs wanting to be part of the show.
Eddie sat down again with his guest and I just couldn’t help it I had to dance. So, away me and the two babies went. I put on a hot show for them and they loved it and in no time the little boy was copying me. When I stopped for a breath, he kept trying to drag me back onto the floor.
The address :
“ LUCKYDAISY “ (The dog!)
“ The Bamboo Bar “ Tavan Dzay 1, Sapa, LaoCai, Vietnam. Tel: +84 903475298 / 84 1296191831
Email : < firstname.lastname@example.org>
And “ The Buffalo House “ They rent.
They are also building the other beautiful house up the track on the hill.
Three uninhibited human doings so enjoying each other . Sounds simple, and it was, but what a blast.
Eleven and I said goodbye, climbed the steep fifty meter concrete ( they love concrete ) path finding the place in total blackness and the door locked. After banging twice on the barn like door, a sleepy lad opened and I crept up the ladder to the loft and snuck into bed amongst the snores.
Up at six, and still snoring abounded I crept out with my water bottle determined to find out more about these mountain people.
Down at The Bar, a lass was sweeping, but of course Eddie was nowhere to be found.
I wandered around the little concrete road looking for Eddie’s small rental house. People by now were stirring in the myriad of homestay which all looked a lot better than ours.
I noticed a Caucasian man about a lovely house and chatted to him. He is an Australian Andrew , married to a Vietnamese woman Lan, and they have a small child.
They are : Andrew Cell : 0934 566 266 & : Lan, Cell : 0934 348 466 “ My Tra Homestay Dzay Village, Sapa,Lao Cai Email <email@example.com>
I must say at this point, he wants to stay well clear of “ The Eddie affair “ I would be like him as I often say “ when in Rome, do as the Roman’s do
Three years ago he shifted the house from The Chinese border and rebuilt it into a lovely place.
The house down stairs is immaculate and beautiful , with big fireplace, ( hard to believe, but it gets cold in the winter, after all, we are at 1000 meters ) Upstairs are four little bedrooms and a bathroom, with also a very large room where mattresses can be strewn.
He charges $5 a day, and local type meals can be supplied.
I got a lot of wonderful information from Andrew including he had not seen a malaria or other case in the four years of being there, and doesn’t do anything for mosquitoes. Nice guy and a good visit, learnt a lot.
Back to base for breakfast at eight, many of “ the young’uns “ still in bed.
Eventually breakfast comes out. There’s coffee and two plates of under cooked soppy pancakes with runny honey and that was breakfast. Awful so,one was enough for me. I don’t get as hungry as most as I have had my Body balance ( liquid / powder sea vegetables ) The two meagre plates are soon devoured especially as I’m told that’s what the French have in the morning. By the way we are, 5 French, 2 German 2 lovely Portuguese, and I Kiwi.
Our guide arrives, ( she lives nearby ) makes sure we all pay for the beer, water etc. ( I find out later the owner of the homestay is her brother ) and we pack up and leave. No host bid us goodbye, just an interested little girl waves us away
They are ready for the “next mob of lucrative sheep “ to arrive at two o’clock .
Not far up the track when as usual I was leading while Viet waited for the straggler sheep, Eddie called out “ Jack “ He was in the garden of the other amazing house he had told me he was building, He said Jack as was a joke between us as when I first met this “ hail fellow well met “ publican I just said I was Jack as of what importance was my name to him. Different of course when I got to know him, and of course he knew my name. It was clever as the guide wasn’t far behind me waiting for the straggler sheep, and of course we wouldn’t want her to know we were friends. I just said hello and walked on.. A waste of time as she knew all about my escapade at The Buffalo Bar, spies everywhere !
As distinct from the previous day when she was all over me, she never said a word to me all day. This next six km. of track is quite gruelling, up and down and several times she tried to drop me on a hard climb as I always follow behind the leader, finding it easier with my age. When she saw I could keep up she stopped it. In fact I was stronger than her up hill, but downhill she just skipped along.
There were now several km of clay sidling through big bamboo forests where at last I gained a stick which was great.
Why I hadn’t earlier was silly as with my unsteadiness the stick was magic. I must get two commercial walking sticks.
We stopped in little shelters occasionally and the last one was next to a water fall where some jumped in.
To shape my stick I but my hand into my bag to find my knife and the sheath had come of it and I cut my finger which bleed profusely
As I was dripping it onto the ground hoping it would stop, the guide looked impassively on and a man I had never seen gets out a first aid kit and proceeded to doctor it, first gauze then tape which stopped the bleeding. Lovely man who I thanked profusely.
We then headed down a very steep clay hillside me following the guide with her literally skipping down, (I must say she was like a fairy on the down hill.)
At the bottom we followed a concrete path on up to the finish at GIANG TA CHI (RED DZAO ) Here we had the usual small noodle soup ( instant ! ,how ethnic is that ,) Said goodbye to Viet the guide and jumped on a bus for Sapa. ( Normally I would have tipped her, but no., and no else one did, )
Two o’clock and back at the hotel we were able to have a shower, , and picked the extra stuff we had stored.
Dinner was organised early for us leavers at four o’clock as the bus leaves for the train for Sapa at five, so I just wandered on very sore calves down the road to a coffee bar and back. to the hotel, perched on the side of a mountain , as most of the town is and took photos of the surrounding mountains seeing that they are the same dome shape as in Laos, I guess the same chain extending away up here.
On the bus and a thrilling, if bloody dangerous ride all the way down hill to Lao Cai.
The lovely German lass was terrified, and really angry, justify too, as one time when he tried to pass a truck another one appeared in front of us and he braked just in time. She was on the side that would have been hit first too, but we would all have gone probably.
.Photos and a fond goodbye to The German couple who were on a later train.
I didn’t get their names but they have my card and am sure they will email.
I find the train Station and had the usual prompting to get aboard only to have a half hour wait.
Well, I have never done a tour before, as always travelled solo or with a partner.
I guess I needn’t say I will be hard pushed to do “ a tour “again.
In the carriage I met a rugged young Dutch guy who when the train got under way joined me in finding the dining car, he went one way and I went the other. He won, It was so funny, “ The Dining Car “ was a six by eight foot compartment with one broken plastic chair which the hospitable“ bar lady “ put me on and my companion was to sit on the chilly bin which held all the drinks in ice.
We had a couple of cans each and good craic. The lady was ok with us and joined in the fun. We killed a couple of hours by then also finding an empty first class cabin and certainly decided we had done right not upgrading at the cost of an extra $25.
My Very Friendly Travel Mr Robert had but me in a top bunk again ,but as there was an empty one in the middle I bagged that. Way on down the track I got a sharp prod in the side with “ you’ve got my bunk.” I sleepily dragged myself up stairs and promptly went back to sleep
WE gained Hanoi at five, I said goodbye to the Dutch chap, ( me and names ! ) and I got the taxi man down from 200,00 to 100,000 dong $5 and as well as it was a very short distance to my hotel.
Into my same good room with the balcony to the street. I washed my travelling wardrobe, got on the computer, ( good to get mail from Richard McDonald and travel agent Clinton Sangster about my Ticket No. so I can now confirm my flight.
Lovely mail from Sue Webb and Marcus one of the German lads Aimee and I met in Siem Reap.Seven is breakfast so that was nice.
Most of that day was taken up with writing. I have found a good bar / coffee café where upstairs is delightful for writing, so I spend a lot of time over a Vietnamese Coffee there writing
I also come here at night before dinner as it’s the same corner bar where they have a “ happy hour “ between five and nine where it’s two for one Hanoi beer, which makes it around seventy cents, and the service is great, they look after you. As I said before I first went to a bar across the road where the service, or lack of is so bad have never been back.
At night I sit out on the pavement and watch the maelstrom of humanity stream by.
There’s a family virtually live on that corner at night. They have a sugar crusher, but they mostly just “ be and live“
John, the manager here at “ Comga “ told me all about them. Mother, who looks about the same age as some of the daughters, with almost the same figure, has eight children. So the eight come and go, mostly of course on motor bikes and the family dynamics are quiet delightful to watch, which centres around the plethora of babies.
I have never seen babies so honoured and loved. As on this trip..Not sure if this extends to older children as I saw an older boy almost pleading for attention with the same family recently. It’s so easy to love babies.
The menu here looks a bit limited so leaving after my two beers I went to a quite classy place where I had eaten before only to find they had no fish or duck, my favourites., so left and ambled back out to the back street walking into a popular noodle bar where of course, no English. They were watching a soccer game where Vietnam were beating Myanmar. I got my message across and enjoyed a large noodle soup for 35,000 d. and a Hanoi beer for 15,000, d I just love those places where the “ salt of the earth people eat / live.
Back at the hotel I was surprised to find that my I phone was in Vietnamese. Then I found another iPhone in the other pocket in English ! Remembering picking up a phone of the table at Comga I realized it must not have been mine. I had their ph. No. so rang getting John the manager who had been so hospitable. It was his and he was understandably relieved. He called round to pick it up and we had a great yarn.
Today I mostly wrote ,and sorted out my flight home., as well as trying to buy some walking sticks. Have got onto some which are supposed to be sent round to the hotel but haven’t seen them yet. At $10 they must be crap anyway.
Talking to an English lad beside me here in the café. He has bought a motor bike for $250 and is of to Sapa on it. He is here for a month and says lots do that and then sell them. He’s a braver man than me “ Gunger Din “
Another wonderful evening “ on the street “ starting at “ Comga Cafe/ Bar. My extended family, with babies, not here tonight, so my roving camera eyes will have to find some other interesting human doings.
,Yes. Got talking to this interesting older ( 72 ! ) man sitting beside me who was off to Sapa on the train tonight. A German and has had restaurants in Germany and Goa in India for fifty years. We connected on India and had good craic.
There’s The English boy apprehensively nosing his motor bike out into the maelstrom, pack secured on the back. , heading to The Chinese Border and Sapa. don’t envy him. John the manager, ( whose phone I found ) chatted me up and said he could get me a iPhone 5S cheap.
This turned out to be $US600, no go. If I do want one at all would wait for the 6 . Young people here are obsessed with new gadgets.
So, where to eat. Hadn’t had a lot of success at the normal main street, so sneaked along the badly lit soul of the city like street and plonked myself down on the tiny red plastic chairs at my noodle bar. ( Most things are smaller as they’re small people, and if it is possible to be red it is, not just the red star, which is as prominent as the US flag in most Americans front yard. ) to the acquiescence of the locals who knew me by now
I have never seen another white person or tourist inside this place, so I’m a bit of a novelty here. Not a word of English of course, and the man opposite decides I’m alright, and put his hand on his heart first offering me his bottle of firewater. I wave away so he gave me I shot glass of the stuff. I taste, and gesulate no.
Still with hand on heart he next has another small noodle soup put in front of me. Since I left that, with his free hand he puts a big croissant in front of me. All to no avail as one large soup is enough for me. ( With The body balance I eat a lot less than others anyway.) ) This went on all evening ,when he told the chef to do another large soup. Just as well they understand sign language !
They love the fact that I love their basic food, pouring more chilies and lime quarters in than even they do. They notice everything.
I hope my friend wasn’t heart broken when I left. You really see the life of a society when dining at street level.
Up at 5-15, out on the balcony a very different sight. In daytime the pavement is almost covered in motor bikes, with often another solid row fronting up to the gutter, which means you are forced to walk on the very busy road, literally taking your life in your hands. I have two days to flying home and, have that feeling “ wow, I could make it out alive, and in one piece “ Fingers crossed, so look sharp !!
5-30 am in the street, not a bike to be seen on the pavement and few in transit, a total empty space, almost weird.
And clean, men and women everywhere wielding the straw brooms getting every leaf. ( Lots of trees in the streets )
The recycling system : All day long all the detritus is thrown into the gutter, sometimes in heaps, or even plastic bags, but often random. It’s everywhere.
All day, but mostly at night people go round with push carts or even bikes sorting and bagging the respective bottles, plastic cardboard etc. You’ll see a bicycle beneath a mountain of plastic bags two to three meters high. Love to know where they go and if they are council or private, but feel they are private “enponopers” And the people with the brooms, whether the adjoining business pay them or council ? Anyway it was a delight to walk in this almost spotless space, a sight most people wouldn’t see.
Six am and lots of the little eating places put out the myriad of tiny red stools and condiments, ready for the influx of breakfast crowds.
I walk round the block through the poorer area, passing my noodle shop where the same chefs are busily already thin slicing beef and chopping spring onions.
Here too, in these grotty back streets it’s as clean as a whistle.
Whilst I dislike CNN, it keeps one up with the news away out here, but then you wonder why you watch it, as nearly all bad. So glad I don’t have sky.
Just heard about the French Prison Hao Lo, so visited there today.
There the French colonists demolished a centaury old pottery village, shifting the occupants to build their biggest, most secure prison to hold torture, and execute Vietnamese patriots. The most bizarre was the guillotine, where the head would drop into container like a large coal bucket, then be displayed hanging in a basket out on the streets as a warning. That never stopped the resistance though. It was a harrowing experience, but I guess one needs to know ( again ! ) what we do to each other. This strange species.
That’s all for today, I think will leave my writing coffee café, to go and have a lie down. Would be about forty degrees. Thank god I farmed in a desert for all that time !
Tonight, my last two Hanoi’s with the John at O nga.
He was going home for dinner, so he dropped me of at The Night market to buy a present .
Just a lot of rubbish, so walked back. Jon not back, so walked to my favourite noodle shop
and had my last, Saigon and a soup. They know me so just bring it out !
Felt like continuing my evening but was sensible as flight tomorrow, and went to bed.
I wake up early when I have an early night, so out on the street at five
We just had a big, very loud thunder storm and the roads were wet. At six thirty the
traffic is building up and crash. I look round and there’s a young lass under her motor bike.
She was pinned, so I lifted the bike off her. She was shaken and white, but just drove of,
embarrassed I guess. Bloody bikes !!
When I hear roosters crowing here, right in the middle off town ! I always think of Jenny.
So looking out of my balcony yesterday I see the cocky rooster below, and close by this
fussy little bantam hen with six tiny chicks darting about between the motor bikes.
This morning at six out walking I see her in a cage with the chicks so, photographed them
Still wanting to buy the kids presents, the guy at reception said “ oh, you can walk “ I had
misgivings and was right. Certain streets are downright suicidal, so I paid a dollar and
taxied back. So sensible ay.
Paid up and won’t get fed until bout seven, so slipped round the back street and had my
last noodle soup. The same funny man who tried to feed me with hand on heart was there,
and so pleased to see me. Offered me “ firewater “ but no, no.
Well, I’m almost surprised, I made it to the Hanoi Airport alive, out of the motor bike
jungle, after dodging thousands of missiles for three months..
The things we put ourselves through, but it was worth it. ( only because I’m here now ! )
Spending my last 35,000 Dong on a tiny, black, strong Vietnamese coffee. And that’s well
worth the nearly $NZ2.
Well again, what an amazing few months, life will never be the same again,,
Lovely after three wonderful months immersed in three amazing cultures flying home,
LATE JUNE 2015 AND HAVING HAD MY LAPTOP STOLEN IN THAILAND I STOPPED
WRITING SO WILL NOW TRY TO REMEMBER AND PICK UP SOME THREADS OF MY NEXT TWO
MONTHS IN THE LAST OF THE FIVE INDO CHINA COUNTRIES, THAILAND AND MYANMAR
Only home a few weeks when SE Asia beckoned me again
My young friend Mark was to be married to Somo in Northern Thailand, so he and I duly set of on another journey.
Flying into Bangkok we stayed at his favourite little hotel near the airport for the night,
then caught an early flight on to Udon Thani where Mark had already booked a large car
and we drove the hour on to Somo’s parent’s rice farm near Non Khai. Somo’s family live in a little village, as most farmers do, with the rice land several kms. away. Being tired I just met the family and Mark drove me on to stay in a hotel in the township of Non Kai with him driving back to stay with the family
The hotel was a delight, a collection on tiny mostly one roomed buildings snuggled among a natural forest with a raised pavilion in the centre where you socialise, eat and gaze at the mighty Mekong River oiling past. Interesting medium sized town with the main large indoor markets very close., and lots of colourful boat restaurants bobbing below us.
Next day Mark picked me up and took me back the the farm. The parents were delightful. Quiet dignified mother and exuberant fun loving father. He was fascinated by me. He saw this old guy who didn’t “do “his age. We had no language but he was all over me. We drove the several kms. through jungle second growth on rutted muddy tracks out to the farm where dad had been working since six am, building a little lake for fish. The whole family were there cutting rice so we all had a go at that and laying it on top of the stubble to dry. Mark has bought some acres next to the family land where he and Somo have planted food trees and intend eventually to build a house.
Dad eventually arrived home late after us so I walked a few doors up the road to this tiny
store and bought more beers which we shared with great gusto. Mother and Somo’s lovely sister then served up a great Thai meal.
Mark has a great love of The Thai people and I always felt he would end up there. He had always wanted to help this family, and first bought them a baby water buffalo and since paid for them to do up the house turning it into a lovely place. Recently he financed a large trailer for the farm. the farmers are quite poor ,living from hand to mouth and don’t have much but I feel they are mostly much happier than many in The west.
Back to town I soon found a kinky little bar which was great to dance in. The woman
owner and i got on well, the girls were great, and good craic all round
Well, not satisfied with that, while perusing other hotels I allowed an attractive young
woman to latch onto me. We strolled back to my hotel, had a meal and chatted. She came back late for me to take her out where I made the mistake of letting her into my room as I changed. The room had two doors the spare one looking right out to The Mekong. There was a curtain over the door and on leaving she fussed around, as women do and obsessively checked the lock !! We went out the other door and on to my favourite bar.
She soon decided she was ill and wanted to walk to the All Night Store. I went outside with her and the manager came to and decided to drive her there in her motor bike. Then she was driven back she stayed a while and got on the phone and informed me she had to go away for a short time and would soon be back to continue the evening with me. Of course i was suspicious by then. Well about eleven I walked home and noticed my Mac Laptop was missing, looked around and soon found the bolt on the front door was open. She had obviously slipped the bolt while pretending to check the door. Well, silly me, a classic clever theft.
I had her phone no. so rang her but of course she strenuously denied it. Rang Mark who by then was joined by Somo and he was furious at me letting the girl into my room, though he was “done” another time down in Phuket. They took me to the police Stn. The police were very good, traced the computer with the “finder” app. on it , but they were too
clever to turn it on to further trace it.
At my expense, esp. and as there was always an attractive young woman cop around ,
they had a lot of fun about discussing in their language“this old guy” being done by a
young woman. I didn’t mind, as good craic for them,, they were a good lot, and it was all true, silly me.
Mark had more faith in the police than me, as I wouldn’t have gone to them except I
needed a police report for the insurance at home.
Well, the highlight of this three months was the wedding, best one yet for me. We all
were to arrive at eight am to lots of ritual.Mark and Somo dressed in traditional Thai. A
classic two wheeled tractor, with driver walking behind steering it putted out front wired
with loud Thai music blaring while we all walked behind dancing and doing Thai things.
Then into the local What (church) to do The Buddhist thing, and on to the wedding venue
which was the whole street ribboned of and rows of tables with white table cloths with a
bottle of whisky centre piece on each one.
Now for someone who makes it known he doesn’t start drinking until five pm, one just had to start at nine am. Well, what a day, lashings of incredible food, great company and one got used to having arm twisted to drinking at nine am!
The tables were cleared, and a band with dancing girls arrived on a massive trailer for a
dance floor. The music was good so as usual the women started dancing. I of course
couldn’t resist and got into it. Well I danced from ten in the morning till seven at night. As
most men don’t dance in most countries I have been in it was no different here so I would have three women in front and two more poking me from behind to dance, and all this on a cobbled street. Dad kept attacking me from behind wanting me to sit and drink with him and “the boys” but was too much fun out there ay.
Back with another couple to their flash hotel where I had also shifted to for convenience
of travelling with them , where we had a night swim in the lovely pool and bed.
Up early and away calling into the police stn, but no luck, so we on back to the farm to
say our goodbyes. The married couple and all us o/s guests then drove the hour on to Udon Thani, the big airport town.There we had a jolly evening together, bedded in our flash hotels (do love the small kinky ones) got up very early as we were all getting on early flights, married couple to honeymoon and some others on Ko Suomi Island, me to Yangon in Myanmar, and the others every which way.
(Now having lost my computer in Thailand, and it’s eight months later, I will
be brief about Myanmar )
While Yangon was no distance across fm. here, I had to fly all the way back to Bangkok to change planes and then on. Landed at Yangon and jumped into the proverbial tuck tuck and on first impression the town wasn’t so different. Took the drivers word in centre city and found a reasonable hotel. Expensive for what it was @ $US25 I find the poorer countries whack tourists whenever they can.
The visa only allows twenty one days in Myanmar so I had to move fast.
I had bought and read “ The Lady and The Peacock. The Life of Aung San Suu Kyi “ so had a bit of a handle on the history. The elephant in the room of course is the ruling Junta, which is so sad to experience. While the people are lovely, they are kept so poor, living on $US 2 a day, whereas the generals might have a house in Paris and private jets. Say no more, During the rest of my time there, this comes through all the time.
A few days in Yangon another big seething Asian city. Visited Aung San’s house where she was imprisoned , The famous Shwedagon Pagoda , I guess the main tourist thing here and then to find the night life. Made a blank there so started looking north.
After a lot of bother, and several rickshaw trips to the railway stn. I got a ticket north.
Like the rest of the populace I duly waited sitting on my bag over an hour for the late
train.It eventually clunked and hissed in where I found my “first class” four berth cabin
with a pull down bunk. sharing with with a Japanese US couple This was the most
extraordinary experience of my life. Worse than the North vietnamese one. The closest
description is a bucking horse as the whole carriage bucked up and down and then
sideways in a fashion as if it was trying to get rid of us. How it didn’t come of the rails I
will never know. Once you got used it and it stayed put, it became a unique experience.
The train follows the floor of The Irrawaddy basin, the rich fertile food basket of Myanmar, which runs most of the length of the country north.
Around six hours later we arrived in Mandalay where I spent a few days in the town and
the surrounding countryside, studying the people, farming and culture. ( It didn’t appear
as romantic as the song “On the road to Mandalay”
Back on the bucking train and off north again. Still flat fertile farming land, with never a
tractor in sight, all traction done with oxen. (Now, that is romantic, if backward )
The bucking horse! eventually arrived in Magaumg, the end of the line north. I found out
late you could apply for a visa (which takes a week to get ) to Putgo on the very northern
tip of the country next to China. you can only fly or walk, taking over a week as there are
still no formed roads. North West a road winds through Kachin where those people are still a minority fighting The Junta for independence so a definite no go area, though I met an intrepid woman in my hotel i Yangon who said she biked down through that road from
Magaumg would be the highlight of my visit, a bit more rural and the people more natural
It still is on The Irrawaddy River, with vast markets on the banks selling most of the local produce delivered by tail pole dugout boats from up and down the water highway. I spent a lot of time hanging out there watching the vibrancy of the seething masses.
I made the mistake of booking into a middle class hotel where the people are “too
important to fraternise with scruffy travellers” so visited the YMCA Hostel where I should
have stayed, as I met all sorts of interesting people, local and travellers. Among them, a
young couple fm. NZ building and marketing wooden (bamboo) bikes. They introduced me to others and we all went out to dinner. Next day my new friends drove me away north up The Irrawaddy River where it forks East and West. On up the West Fork we stopped at a little tourist place with restaurants and cafes lining the banks set up on the pebbles. We all had a delightful lunch there.
I mentioned you couldn’t go farther North without a pre paid visa, but the road East to
China, beckons one. There’s no way as the whole of the North East area belongs to The
Karen people. I am as far North as I can go.
So, it’s back on that extrodanary train all the way back to Mandalay. Second class this
time, which is just a hard seat, and ok.
A night there and wanting to also go East to China if passible,back on a bus (my least
preferred mode of travel), and with two changes arrived At the village near the famous Lake Inlay.
This is a fascinating Lake where ply a myriad of pole tail dugouts that mop up a similar
number of tourists, and ply the length and breadth thereof visiting the many floating
islands where you are introduced to as many eating places, workshops, and craft shops.
One I enjoyed as we watched the making to silver jewellery where I bought a nice
bracelet. Another I watched the making of a chopper right out of a hunk of steel and
bought it. It’s lovely to use in the kitchen. I think it cost $ US7
Back to Mandalay and next day on the bucking train” back to Yangon. I didn’t get to know this big town very well and was happy as my twenty one days was actually a day over, to get a taxi to the airport the next day.
After the busy bustle of successfully checking in (with my expired visa!) and getting rid of
my last few shekels on an expensive cup of coffee, I gave a large sigh and thought. “ My
God, I am on the way home alive and unscathed after nearly five months in these amazing five countries, teeming with people and motor bikes, and I only lost a computer. Even with my giddiness with a thousand bikes tearing literally inches past you, I have survived “. !have seriously always said. “ Someone looks after me “ Almost a strange feeling ay. But it again underlines that “ I must have more good to do on this planet ? ? “
So,in a fairly small plane, we take off and the last sight of Yangon, probably for ever, as, though it was great to experience this country I don’t think I will be drawn back, as plenty more of the planet to see. I see the shining turrets and spires of The Shwedagon, and just pick out Aung San Kyi”s house.
A short flight and we land at Bangkok airport. A short time there and away again. Now in
more civilised airspace I get that wonderful comfortable feeling of going home and some
hours later we land in Melbourne airport. I have no problem flying and sleep most of the
way. For some reason I always have a very long wait in Aust. which is not nice as am nearly home, and after all those experiences it feels a let down hanging around there.
So it’s back in Christchurch at the good time of thee pm, but as everyone is working, it’s a friendly shuttle home.
And, “ Oh to be home in my paradise of a place / home and country. wonderful fortunate me