Showing posts with label Vietnam. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Vietnam. Show all posts

Sunday, August 23, 2009

If At First You Don't Succeed, Try a Prop Plane

When we last wrote we were heading to a little used border on the Vietnam/Laos border. The trip was going to take 3 days and it would include a couple of bus rides and an all day boat journey. We thought it would be a good way to see Northern Laos, and avoid a $150 one way flight from Hanoi to Luang Prabang, our destination of choice in Laos. Hmmm....it seemed like a good idea at the time. The journey started off well. We took an 8 hour mini bus from Sapa, Vietnam to Dien Bien Phu (DBP), Vietnam, technically the border town with Laos. The ride was pretty uneventful except for a lunch stop at the dog meat restaurant, complete with sad little dogs in cages in the back. While the other Vietnamese on our bus happily ate, Chad and I fumed. Needless to say, we did not buy one thing from them. When we arrived in Dien Bien Phu we were met with a somewhat chaotic bus terminal. We grabbed our bags and fought our way to the ticket window. I believe the conversation with the ticket counter went something like this:

Chad: We need to buy tickets on the 5:30AM bus to Laos for tomorrow.
Ticket Women: No bus tomorrow.
Chad: What?? Why no bus tomorrow?
TW: Road closed, border closed.
Chad: What about the day after tomorrow?
TW: Road closed, border closed.
Chad: So when will the next bus be?
The ticket women shrugged, and that was the end of that conversation. So apparently little used=closes easily. We were not happy and Chad was battling the tail end of a 3 day bout with the flu. We went through other options, including hiring someone to drive us to Laos (not possible with the roads) to looking up possible flights. No luck. Our only option was to take an overnight bus back east to Hanoi and try to catch the next flight out to Laos. We were only off the bus for an hour in DBP before we got on another 14 hour bus to Hanoi. Sometimes you just have to role with the punches. Did I mention that the Vietnamese have a small problem with motion sickness? And by small problem I mean massive. It is discussed by other travelers constantly around here because no one wants to end up with a puking person next to them on a 14 hour ride. The buses all hand out little black bags on every trip. We had gone about 5 feet outside the bus terminal when it started and it continued for the entire bus ride. The best part is when there is a stop for dinner and all the sick passengers get off, stuff themselves with food, then get back on to get sick again. Someone needs to start importing Dramamine to this country, they would make millions.

Groggy and exhausted with arrived once again back in the city of Hanoi at 6:00AM. We hightailed it back to the cafe where we had booked our cruise to see if they could buy tickets for us on the next Laos airlines flight. $300 poorer we landed in the city of Luang Prabang at 8:00pm that night after a entertaining flight aboard a prop plane, the jury is still out on whether it was Russian or Chinese built? It was a relief to finally be in Laos.
Laos is completely different than the other SE Asia countries we have visited. It is laid back and calm. The people are friendly and the countryside is beautiful. No one honks at us during our daily runs and we even had a local tell us 'sorry for bothering' the other day after we declined his tour services while eating at a cafe. Laos is definitely a breath of fresh air.

Friday, August 21, 2009

106 Bottles (or drafts if you are lucky) of Beer on the Wall

If you are uninterested in beer then it might be best to save yourself 5 minutes and skip this post!
Having lived in Northern California for nearly 5 years, we have caught the beer bug and have been longing for cold drafts of west coast microbrew throughout the trip. Often we reminisce of the happy hours in San Francisco at Rogue Ale House, Vesuvio, Kennedy’s and of course, The Buccaneer.

Being beer enthusiasts we have made a point to sample the domestically produced beer in each country that we have visited in the hopes of learning not only what styles are preferred but also what role this wonderful drink plays abroad. Six months in we have visited 18 countries and sampled 106 domestically produced beers. The styles and tastes preferred have varied as well as the role that beer plays in each culture.

The world of beer styles is essentially split into two groups. ales and lagers. The essential difference is the yeast used in production, top fermenting vs bottom fermenting, and outside of that, both styles can offer a wide array of beers. Colleen and I are ale drinkers. Unless it is an early Saturday morning with Miller Lite during college football season (go Hawks!) or the conclusion of a long bike or run, we usually find ourselves sipping a cold pint or bottle of ale of some sort. Interestingly enough, the rest of the world heavily prefers the lager style of beer.
Availability of different labels has varied greatly from country to country. In Vietnam we have been treated to 18 different labels of beers while in Lesotho we were only able to track down one, the national lager called Mulati.

Over 70% of the beer we have sampled has been lager with the occasional surprise of an ale every now and then. If you like lagers such as Budweiser or Heineken, you would be in good company in most parts of the world. Most all the lagers we have sampled are fairly straight forward, light in color, lower in alcohol, and not much malt flavor or mouth feel outside of the presence of a slight alcohol taste. Most all contain adjuncts of some sort, usually rice or corn (or as they call it everywhere else, maize). Many add a fair amount of sugar prior to fermentation to boost alcohol levels (but impart no taste) and in Eastern Africa they even add unfermentable sugars to the mix resulting in a beer that can only be described as a Budweiser with a tablespoon of sugar added. There have been some great finds though, including the wonderful Laurentina Clara in Mozambique, the all natural Windhoek of Namibia, and the high alcohol Kingfisher Red of India. Rwanda, moving forward since the tragedies of the mid 1990s brought with it a tasteful Primus Lager served in traditional Belgian glassware, a reminder of it's colonial past.

Nearly all of the ales we have found have been in Ireland, the UK and South Africa. We were treated to unpasturized 'live ale' in London, a special treat that is hand drawn at traditional pubs. We also spent a fair amount of time with 750 ml bottles of Castle Milk Stout while camping in South Africa and we have also enjoyed half liters of dark ales recently in Vietnam.

I have found it very interesting the amount of mass produced large label beer available throughout the world. Carlsberg and Heineken are mainstays in most every country we have visited. We have actually had Carlsberg (Danish) that was produced domestically in Malawi as well as Amstel (Dutch) produced in Jordan and Lowenbrau (German) produced in Nepal.

We have been lucky enough to visit a total of 8 microbreweries so far getting a taste for small batch beer in each continent we have visited. Vietnam has been the surprise of the group boasting a microbrewery in a majority of all sizable towns we have visited. A stop for a beer at Legends microbrewery of Hanoi turned into and afternoon of discussion with the German Brewmaster. He introduced himself as I was seated at the bar staring at the brewing equipment and asked if I was Australian. I responded and clarified that I was American and asked him if he was Czec. It was a good way to break the ice and lead to an afternoon of beers he refused to let us pay for. Turns out his name was Werner and he was from Ramstein Germany and had been working in breweries since he was 13 (he was now in his mid 50s) eventually moving to Africa to brew and now to Vietnam. He was the owner and turned out to be very open to discussing his operation: he ships in a container of malt and hops from Germany every 3 months and brews 40 times per month on his 10 barrel system. He regularly sold 1500 liters of beer a day in his 400 person beer hall and distributed what was left over. I told him I thought he needed a larger brewing system to which he replied that the his Vietnamese investors would not approve it. So for now, he brews at least once a day, seven days a week.
Beer prices and packaging have also varied greatly from country to country. The most costly place we have drank was our first stop, Dublin, where we paid up to $6 USD for a pint of Kilkenny on draft. Africa brought with it low prices for beer (always by the bottle, never available by draft) where we bought 750 ml bottles of domestic beer for as little as $0.60 in Uganda. All in all, draft beer has only been found in about 1/4 of the places we have visited and the preference seems to be toward large bottles (deposit required in Africa) over cans.
The closest thing I have found to homebrew abroad has been the street beer of Vietnam, known as 'bia hoi'. Always served by draft out of a shabby looking keg placed curbside, bia hoi has been easy on the pocketbook as you can sit on the sidewalk in a plastic chair drinking low alcohol draft beer for around $0.25 a glass. There was also the homemade Tibetan beer offered in Nepal which consisted of a scoops of fermented millet grain placed in a large metal stein and topped off with steaming hot water. The bitter fruit wine like drink was then sipped through a metal straw and each stein refilled multiple times with hot water until all of the alcohol and flavor had been extracted from the fermented millet.
The role beer plays in each country has varied greatly. In the largely Muslim state of Jordan it is almost non existent outsite of the tourist areas. We did not see beer for sale or have a drink for nearly 2 weeks prior to trudging through a downpour to the other side of town for a cool draft of Amstel. In Africa, beer drinking was usually reserved for the men who began drinking in the early afternoon on roughly welded bar stools placed outside wood shacks roadside. In SE Asia, drinking is done at all times of day, and it is not uncommon to see businessmen having a drink by early afternoon. Unfortunately in many countries the drinking has become a curse of the poor and I wonder how a man with thread bare clothes and no shoes can be drinking beer after beer. Then I have to remind myself that the same thing occurs back home and unfortunately there is no help for these people. Beer, as always, accompanies celebration as well in most countries. Whether it was the completion of a long work week in Ireland, a Saturday night in Capetown, a wedding in India or locals on vacation in Vietnam, there was usually a person to be found enjoying a cold one.
Tonight we have our first sips of Beer Laos, the much famed national brew of the new country we have entered.

Sunday, August 16, 2009

Playing Frogger In The Streets of Vietnam

North Vietnam is a dangerous place. The second we stepped off our overnight train from Hoi An, we were almost hit by people on motorbikes, and that continued over our 4 day stay in Hanoi. We walked everywhere in Hanoi. Literally mile after mile, sightseeing, searching for a supermarket, hitting up microbreweries, etc. All that time crossing the streets gave the Vietnamese plenty of opportunity to take a go at us on their bikes. I think our final count of how many times we have been hit by some part of a motorbike is 8. You are a moving target and they will go out of their way to run you over. Chad is the leader, and I follow behind, clutching his hand with my eyes closed. Besides that, we found Hanoi to be a pleasant place. We had originally planned to stay for 2 days, then take a cruise out on Halong Bay before heading north to Sapa. Two days turned into four as the company we chose to cruise with did not have an opening until then. We were able to catch a few sights during the 4 days. Besides our unsuccessful visit to see Ho Chi Minh we took in the museum that holds what remains of the "Hanoi Hilton", the infamous prison where American pilots that were captured during the war were held (John McCain’s flight suit is on display there). The Vietnamese put a good face on it all, showing the prisoners in happy situations including feeding chickens, playing volleyball and basketball, cooking Christmas dinner, painting, sending and receiving packages, etc. It sure looked like the POW's enjoyed their time there!


One funny bit about Vietnamese currency. They quote everything in US dollar then require you to pay in Dong (local currency) while giving you a horrible exchange rate in order to make a few extra bucks in the sale. We tried to dodge the system by changing dong for dollar at the bank, but the multiple banks we went to told us the government does not allow them to sell US dollars. Odd given that they list the rate you could buy it at IF they sold it. After hours of looking for a place to buy US dollars we ended up in a shady gold and silver jewelry shop that you would find in the backstreets of any major US city. They gave us a crap exchange rate as well, but we needed dollars for border crossings so you have to take what you can get.


We then headed out to Halong Bay for a 3 day, 2 night cruise aboard a junk boat with 12 other people. After our reasonably priced Indian adventure on our own ship, Halong seemed pretty expensive but we had heard from multiple people that you get what you pay for so we went a little over budget to go with a trusted company. Halong Bay is a UNESCO World Heritage Site, and we spent the 3 days cruising around the multiple islands with 2 stops to view massive caves and a few stops on islands. The other travelers on our boat were great, and we enjoyed hanging out with others for a few days. Unfortunately the weather didn't really cooperate and we never saw sun but that did not take away from the beauty of the area. The area prides itself on seafood, and the cook felt it was necessary to include me, attempting to feed me "fake" meat and seafood for all meals, an interesting idea but I never tried any of it.





Our days on the boat ended just in time to catch an overnight train to the mountain town of Sapa in Northern Vietnam. This area of the country is where many different hill tribes live and is famous for trekking. The town is completely different than any other we have experienced in Vietnam, and reminds us of towns in Nepal. The local women come down from the villages everyday in traditional outfits carrying their babies on their backs while selling hand woven handicrafts to the tourists. It is a sight to see. We arrived here planning to spend 3 nights with most of the time spent trekking but the weather has not cooperated and we have been rained on constantly. We were able to take a small trek today in the rain to a local village and waterfall which resulted in one of my most spectacular falls of the trip(trust me, there have been many). That cut the trek a bit short and after all of this rain we decided it was time to head to Laos. Tomorrow we leave on a early bus to begin the trek to a little used Laos border crossing that opened in 2007. We thought it was time to get off the beaten track again, we hope we are up to the challenge.

Tuesday, August 11, 2009

Half Way

Yesterday was our 6 month mark of being on the road. We decided to celebrate the day by visiting Ho Chi Minh's Mausoleum Complex in Hanoi where we are hanging out for a few days waiting for our cruise in Halong Bay. Unfortunately when we showed up the sign said you were not able to view the body on Mondays and Fridays, so that plan was out, no viewing of dead communist leaders today. The next best idea at 10:00AM on a Monday? Walk 5 miles to a microbrewery that we had read about online. Did I mention that it was 105 degrees out?

We can hardly believe that 6 months have passed. It seems like yesterday that we were at the O'Hare airport with my mom, waving goodbye. When I think about all we have done though, I can't believe we have only been gone for 6 months. It seems like years. We are having the experience of a lifetime, and are so fortunate to experience it together. Sometimes in SF we were lucky to catch up on weekends when Chad was traveling but we have now had the treat of 6 months of days spent together, enjoying life and the road.

What do we miss from home?
First off, family and friends. It is hard to keep in touch over email, and we miss everyone very much.

Cooking our own food. For 2 people who never ate out at home it is tough to eat out every meal(especially when you are vegetarian and you have no idea how they are preparing food).

Crossing the street without taking your life in your hands. Motorbikes are crazy everywhere. They go out of their way to try and hit you.

Not having to bargain for EVERYTHING on a daily basis.

Drinking water from the tap. Yep, we have not done that in 6 months.

Showering without sandals on...and not over a toilet in a cramped bathroom with a hand held shower head.

Chad wanted me to add that he also misses wearing blue jeans...and lets add washing machines while we are at it. 6 months of hand washing takes a toll.

What are our plans when we get home?
Our plans are still up in the air, but first thing: getting a dog…..after we decide where to move, find an apartment and get jobs of course.

Thursday, August 6, 2009

South Vietnam Summary

Hello Saigon! No struggles at the border this time and our bus actually dropped us off in the city center near the backpacker district. At the end of the war (referred to here as the American War) the city was rebranded Ho Chi Minh City but the city center where we stayed was still referred to as Saigon. Accommodation in Saigon is interesting, they call themselves mini-hotels and the buildings are usually 4-5 floors tall with 10-12 rooms total. Inevitably we end up being shown the rooms on the top floors as we lug our bags around checking out what we can get for our money. At least we get in a small leg workout!

The city center of Saigon is quite welcoming to travelers. There is plenty of accommodation for around $10 a night, street food and beer, parks, supermarkets, transportation, pretty much everything you need. We settled in our room and hit the streets in search of some food and drink. Vietnamese sandwiches can be found at street stands for around 60 cents and street beer, referred to locally as 'Bia Hoi', can be had for a quarter. Needless to say, I have enjoyed many 85 cent sandwich/bia hoi combos. Vietnam is also friendly to vegetarians, you simply look for the word 'chay' as part of the restaurant title and you know they will have some vegetarian fare on their menu, although the preparation and sanitation is sometimes questionable.

Most of the sites around Saigon are related to the Vietnam War. First we made a trip to the Reunification Palace to view the actual site where the gate crashed and 'Saigon Fell' in April 1975, the same day the last Americans were airlifted from the US Embassy. Then we headed across the street to the War Remnants museum. Inside the entrance gate we were greeted by a plethora of Vietnam era American planes, jets and helicopters. It struck me a little odd that there were no Vietnamese vehicles on display. Inside we found two floors containing displays, stories and artifacts from the war. There was no doubt a lot of thought put into the displays and they effectively told the stories intended. The odd thing was each display concentrated on something the American soldiers did that was wrong or controversial (killing of civilians, agent orange, burning of villages, rapes). It was one story and display after another. I expected to reach the part of the museum that told of the Viet Cong side of the story, what their side did right/wrong, how they succeeded in certain battles, who their key leaders were, etc but those displays never came. I realize actions and decisions were made during the war by US soldiers (and Viet Cong) that were not correct/ethical, whether obvious at the time or now in hindsight. But I also understand it was a war environment. Even given we were in Saigon, it did seem a little odd that this building was labeled 'war remnants' but it seemed only to shed poor light on the US forces.

The next day we took a tour about an hour outside the city to the Cu Chi tunnels, built by the Viet Cong fighters during the war. We managed to view the tunnels, although our guide stated that 'fat Americans might not make it', and took in some propaganda films of the war. The ingenuity and resourcefulness of the people during the war was quite impressive, everything from how they prepared their meals to the tactics they used to evade American troops in the dense jungle. Before we headed back to the city center we had a side trip to the gun range (Colleen loved it!) so that any wanting persons could fire off some war era munitions(needless to say we DID NOT take part).



With Saigon behind us we headed out to the beach town of Mui Ne for three days. We had hoped to get in some time in the sand and maybe try some kite surfing but the weather had different ideas. We are still in the monsoon season for another month and although we had patches of blue skies, it was mixed with gusts of wind, rain and heavy surf. We rented bikes for a day and did a ride down the coast stopping at roadside stands along the way and ending at a microbrewery we had seen on the way into town. From Mui Ne it was an overnight bus trip north to the historical port town of Hoi An. Our bus was interesting as we had reserved individual sleeper beds but as the bus arrived we were informed that we would be sharing a 5 person bed at the rear of the bus with 3 locals. Luckily Colleen was able to secure a window while my body created a protective barrier from the overweight shirtless man next to us and we arrived at Hoi An 18 hours later.

Hoi An has turned out to be an amazing little town to spend time in. Historically a port town, it is now known for its tailors and custom clothing shops. Colleen picked up a handbag while I had a tailored suit made (have to look good for job interviews upon returning home) and snatched up some new board shorts. We have been continuing our daily runs, working up to 5K jaunts in the sweltering heat. It has been nice to get some regular exercise outside of our flip flop walking excursions around cities. After 3 nights, we are now waiting for a taxi to transport us 45 minutes north to the metropolis of Danang (historically it is where the first American troops landed) where we will catch an 18 hour overnight train to Hanoi and our first taste of North Vietnam.

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