So after our freezing night in the airport and a 2 hour flight we were finally in Hanoi, Vietnam. When we first got to the airport we had to go to immigration to get our visas on arrival. We had ordered our visas online through a website and we thought it would take just a few minutes to get our visas and we would be on our way. Boy were we wrong. Somehow my passport and kianna’s passport got lost or misplaced or ignored or something and it ended up taking FOREVER to get our visas. Literally 2 whole other planes came in and everyone got their passports before finally over an hour later they called out our names and we could finally go to the baggage claim and get our bags. We had arranged for some guy to pick us up at the airport and drive us to our guesthouse. When we first stepped out of the airport I couldn’t believe how cold it was! I didn’t realize that southeast asia gets cold and was shocked that I was freezing! Fortunately I had just bought a sweatshirt and had that to put on, but I didn’t bring any pants with me so I knew I’d have to go out and buy some ASAP. The guy was super nice and friendly…..so friendly that he asked me out on a date within 20 minutes of meeting us, even though he told us that he had a wife and a kid. I told him sorry I don’t play that game and told him sorry. When we got to the city we checked into our guesthouse (which was soooo nice) dropped our bags, got into bed and didn’t move until dinner time. We were TIRED and cold. After several hours in bed we finally got up to venture out to find dinner. I didn’t really know much about Vietnamese food, but kianna has an obsession with noodle soups and was all over pho, so we searched the streets trying to find a good place to get a big bowl of pho. We went to a random little hole in the wall place and had a bowl of chicken pho. While pho is really delicious, I did not find it filling at all so I was always hungry in Vietnam! Fortunately, because the French colonized this country, there were baguettes being sold EVERYWHERE. I don’t get to eat bread that often in Thailand, so I ate bread every chance I got on this trip!
at the airport getting ready to leave for vietnam.
We spent the net few days checking out the city, getting lost, eating delicious pastries, drinking 50cent beer. We got lost A LOT in this city, and normally this wouldn’t be that big of a deal, because in Thailand I get lost all the time, but I just stand around looking lost and pathetic and more often than not someone will come up and help me out. Not in Vietnam. The people were not overly friendly or willing to help out; it was a very different experience and I don’t think I ever really got used to the stares and how not very helpful the people were. I got stared at a lot in Vietnam and not just quick little stares, but like long full on glares. I mean I get stared at Thailand, but this was a very different kind of stare, it’s hard to explain how it was different, but it was not the friendly “I’m curious” stare I get from people in Thailand, it was more of a “you’re different and strange” stare. I walked around with my hood over my head most of the time so I wouldn’t stick out so much and get so many stares. This is nothing against the Vietnamese people, it was just a very different attitude they had towards white people and very different than what I had experienced in Thailand, so it took some getting used to.
who knew vietnam went all the way down to australia?
love our roooom.
night out enjoying 50cent beers.
hanoi.
After a few days of wandering and checking out the sites and indulging in bread in Hanoi, we decided to venture out and spend a few nights out in Halong Bay. We found a travel agency near the guesthouse we were staying at a booked a 2 night stay—one night on a junk boat in the bay and another night in a hotel on an island. Although we didn’t have the best weather (overcast and cold) Halong bay was still gorgeous and we had a great time. We met a French Canadian couple and hung out with them and a guy from Australia most of the time. We cruised the bay in our junk boat and then went to a cave and got some amazing views of the bay. We spent the night playing drinking games with our new friends and had a great time. The next morning most of the people on our boat were going back to Hanoi, so they schlepped the 3 of us off onto another boat (literally they had us jump onto another junk boat while out in the middle of the bay) and we joined a new group of people. The boat pulled up to Caat Ba island and we grabbed a minibus to a national park where we set off on a pretty intense hike. We had no idea that we were going to be hiking that day and were a little unprepared, but after a few hours of scrambling up a fairly steep mountain, we reached a clearing and had a beautiful view of these lush, green hills and of the tiny villages below. After our hike the minibus dropped us off at our hotel and the girls and I spent the afternoon catching up on sleep, eating more bread, and relaxing. The next morning we took the boat back across Halong bay hopped on a bus and were back in Hanoi later that afternoon.
halong bay.
alysha and i on the back of the junk boat.
our super spacious room.
view from our hike on caat ba island.
That night we booked another trip with a travel agency—this time we were going to go check out the Perfume Pagoda. Perfume Pagoda, also known as Chua Huong, is located in Huong son (Perfume mountain) 70 km southwest of Hanoi. This place isn’t just one temple, but a cluster of temples and shrines that are all located on the mountain. Even though it isn’t that far from Hanoi, this is a pilgrimage that attracts people from remote areas of Vietnam where Westerners are not a common site—so I stuck out even more. It starts out like your average tour in your typical air-conditioned tourist van. The van dropped us at the river lined with boats ready to transport our group up the river. The boats were these little metal rinky-dink row boats that these older Vietnamese women rowed. It took about an hour on the boats to get to the mountain where the pagoda is and the scenery on the way there was beautiful. Green mountains surrounded us on both sides and it was really peaceful. There were lots of other boats around us loaded up with Vietnamese families who were making the trek out to the pagoda and they all felt the need to yell “hello” to us and point and stare at the group of white people making their way up the river.
The main site at the mountain is this cave/grotto where hundreds and hundreds of people crowd into to offer prayers. To get to the cave you have to climb up an insane amount of stairs/switchbacks….so being the lazy people that we are, we opted to use the gondola to get up the mountain and would walk down on our way back. I felt a little bad about taking the gondola because all around us were little old ladies who were slowly but surely climbing up the mountain. I’m not sure how they made it, but they did and I was impressed! The cave was impressive, but way too overwhelming and crowded, so we looked around for a bit, before starting on our trek down the mountain. All along the path down were vendors selling anything and everything! Little Buddha shrines, food, drinks, books, clothes….everything! We made it down the mountain without buying too many little trinkets. We still had a bit of time to kill before we had to meet up with the rest of our group so we found a few plastic chairs and busted out my deck of cards and played some games. The Vietnamese people thought this was hilarious and gathered around the 3 of us as we sat there playing. At one point we had about 10 men huddled around us, watching us trying to figure out what kind of game we were playing. They tried to get into the action and ask if we wanted to play a gambling game….but we politely declined! After a row boat ride back and a 2 hour van ride we were back in Hanoi! We were exhausted from our long day so we grabbed some dinner at a little restaurant, indulged in some 50cent beers before heading back to our room.
The next day was our last day in Vietnam—we had booked a bus for that evening to take us to Vientiane, Laos. We spent the day shopping, writing postcards, calling our families, and stocking up on snacks for our 24+ hour bus ride. We got picked up by a van at about 5:00 that evening and the van was PACKED. Every seat was filled by the time we got picked up so we had to squish into the nooks and crannies of the van—I had to sit perched on top of the luggage in the trunk of the van! We started talking to a few other people in the van and found out that one of the guys was a UCSB alumni as well! Small world! 20 minutes late we were shuttled out of the van and were split into 2 different buses, so sadly we had to part ways with our fellow UCSBer. When we got on the bus we were shocked to see where we were going to be stuck for the next 24 hours….it was bad. The bus was basically a huge mattress with little dividers to keep you from rolling on to the person next to you. Fortunately the guys next to us were really nice so we didn’t have to deal with creepers sitting next to us (one of them looked like harry potter so I was happy). The bus broke down several times throughout the night—one time they attempted to fix whatever was wrong with the bus with a butter knife and a lighter. But after 20+ hours, a border crossing and some stolen ritz crackers we were finally in LAOS.