Saturday, August 30, 2014

GOOD MORNING VIETNAM!

Although the death of Robin Williams has saddened us all it only seems fitting that it happened the day before landing in Vietnam. If you haven’t already you can watch the 1987 comedy, Good Morning Vietnam, starring Robin Williams… I haven’t seen it yet but it’s been added to my movie list.  

August 12 – 19

Ho Chi Minh/ Saigon:

We left Kristina at the airport in Nepal at 9pm. Kristina was heading home to the USA while Sarah, Kendra, and I continued our COS (Close of Service) trip to Vietnam with a 3 hour layover in Malaysia at around 4am. By the time we reached Ho Chi Minh (Saigon) around 9am we were drunk with sleeplessness and hunger. With our fuzzy minds and our lack of anticipated airport pickup we slowly made our way to the hostel downtown.  I would like to start off by saying that the staff at Town House 50 are phenomenal, extremely friendly, and helpful. When we arrived they gave us a map and a great recommendation for a place to go for some local Vietnamese cuisine. The menu was as large as an encyclopedia and had everything from ox penis (which Kendra got), snake, brain of some animal, feet of another, and a lot of other funky stuff. After filling my belly with a fresh coconut and some delicious soup we wandered around for a bit until we could check into our dorm room.

Backpackers district
After well deserved showers and naps we were ready for round two and headed towards the backpacker district a few blocks away (about a 10 minute walk). We found some bubble tea (which I have never tried) and wandered around the overwhelming indoor market.  After shopping we then headed back to the hostel to meet up with Sarah’s friend, Andrea, who just moved to Vietnam for a teaching position at an international school. We walked back down to the hoppin’ backpacker area to grab some grub. While we were waiting for our food on the second floor of the restaurant we saw someone walking across the street dodging traffic with plates of food… the food looked oddly similar to what we ordered and a few seconds later up popped the girl carrying the food from across the street! It was odd to see the kitchen across the street in a separate building and I wonder if other restaurants also got food made from them. So much I will never understand. On the walk home at night I felt relatively safe. The roads are a bit of a risk crossing with the amount of scooters and motorcycles but when you grew up playing Frogger the traffic becomes a breeze to navigate, especially when traffic slows down in the evening.

Durian at the top left (smells and tastes like an onion omellett) Dragon fruit on the right
The next morning we booked a tour for the Cu Chi Tunnels. These tunnels were used by locals in the Vietnam War to protect themselves and their land by the means of guerilla warfare. I never learned much about the Vietnam War in school but the history is something everyone here knows. The Vietnam War was a civil war between the north and the south. North being controlled by communists at the time. The United States along with many other countries came and intervened with the civil war going on at the time in Vietnam. I won’t go into too much detail because I still don’t completely understand but I can go into a brief and vague history about the tunnels. The Cu Chi Tunnels were a series of tunnels dug by villagers living in the jungle. That particular area had a great location that was well desired for the military. The villagers in those areas did not want to give up their land. They also did not understand fully what was going on with the war either. The tunnels were dug for living, security, and fighting. Thousands of people lived in an extensive system of tunnels. We were fortunate to see and experience just a small section. The Cu Chi tunnels were three levels deep and hand dug with local shovels and baskets to extract the soil. The first level was for living (cooking, sleeping) and fighting, the second level was for protection from bombs dropping above, and the third level was for escape (connected to the Saigon River so they could swim out if needed). These villagers were smart and extremely resourceful. At night they would farm the fields and set up traps while in the daytime they would stay hidden or fight if needed. They fought against the US soldiers because they saw Vietnamese soldiers fighting against them. These villagers were unaware that the Vietnamese soldiers were Vietcong soldiers from the north. In their defense they saw who they thought were their fellow ‘countrymen’ fighting foreigners (US soldiers) and sided with their ‘countrymen.’ They did not have a leader and were not following orders but wanted to protect their land. It was a weird and strange feeling being in such a historic place. I found it interesting and educational but it was odd being painted as the ‘enemy’. After finishing the tour by crawling 100 meters through some of the historic tunnels we took the tour bus to the war museum. There was a whole section on the effects of Agent Orange, one of the main chemicals dumped over Vietnam during the war to reduce the foliage and jungle so that fighting would become less difficult. That was some nasty stuff and you can still see how it affects people to this day. Needless to say it was a heavy and exhausting day.
Cu Chi Tunnels

Although the history with the US in Vietnam has led to some problems in the past, when asked where I am from I never felt resentment towards me from any Vietnamese. The Vietnam civil war lasted 17 years. That’s a long war! Yes when the US intervened bombs were dropped and deadly chemicals were carelessly sprayed but that’s only a small part of what happened. Growing up that’s all I ever remember hearing about it the war in Vietnam. We fucked shit up over here and I can’t hide that fact. In Vietnam I got the sense that people just wanted it to end. All over the world at that time many people in many different countries around the world just wanted the madness to end. Peace is what we all deserve. Peace is not something we should have to buy or fight for to achieve. In 1995 tourism for US citizens re-opened in Vietnam and the relationship has been healing since.

Happy camper :)
The third day in Ho Chi Minh was a bit more relaxed. We enjoyed a large breakfast at Town House 50 and walked around the city. We went back to the market to do some shopping before heading to the AO Show which was an amazing performance. The show was a combination of acrobatics, and bamboo stunts featuring traditional and modern Vietnamese culture. Fun and entertaining for the whole family! (If you have one)

Cat Ba Island:

The next three days were spent on Cat Ba Island. To get there we hopped on a plane to Hanoi, got on a bus, hopped into a taxi, boarded another bus, got in a boat, then crawled in the last bus until we reached Cat Ba Town. The town is small and you can see the influence of tourism but there is still a very large presence of locals. From our hotel we had a spectacular view of the harbor and we were situated a few minute’s walk from just about everything. This is true for most hotels because they dominate the main street in Cat Ba Town. There are floating restaurants, tandem bicycles for rent, bars that sell laughing gas in balloons, and many beverage options ranging from fresh fruit to fermented sea creatures. Our last day on the Island we spent… off the island on a boat that took us to Lan Ha Bay, Hai Long Bay, kayaking around large limestone structures, and swimming in the sea. The reviews weren’t great about the island and it’s no paradise but it has its advantages. Decent amount of adventuring to do if that is your style (rock climbing, kayaking, hiking in the national park).
Cat Ba. up and coming tourist area/ coastline beauty destruction. 

Cat Ba! 
Beware fresh coconuts are about twice the price from the mainland… they must not grow here unfortunately… for me :/

Floating villages. I hear residents can get 'land sick' just how we get sea sick 

Ha Long Bay... B-E-A-Utiful!
Hanoi:

Unfortunately we only had a day in this capitol city. In the ‘tourist’ area scooters and motorcycles fly by in packs and dodging traffic while crossing the road and deciphering the city map can get dangerous. We walked to the market which was already closed around dusk and decided to sit at a local restaurant on the street to enjoy our food. Kendra was happy with her frog legs, Sarah with her veggies, and I enjoyed a gigantic dish of traditional beef pho with fresh squeezed sugarcane juice from across the street. The meals were cheap and portions generous.

On the way to the airport I saw more of the Hanoi that I missed out on and wish I got a chance to explore. The main roads we drove along were decorated with pictures created by mosaic tiles depicting traditional and modern Vietnam.

I did find the capitol of Hanoi a bit more overwhelming than Vietnams business hub of Ho Chi Minh city.


Maybe someday I will return but until then there is So. Much. More!


Street filled with fun shops!

Mosaic tiles :)

Monday, August 18, 2014

Nepal Awaits...

NEPAL
August 1st – 11th

On the flight to Nepal my face was glued to the window once I got a glimpse of the Himalayas. Arriving at the airport and getting our visas was fairly painless by filling out personal information on a computer that also conveniently snaps a headshot of you. Then pay for the visa at the desk and you are good to go! Wham Bam Boom. Welcome to NEPAL!

We grabbed a taxi from the airport to the tourist district of Kathmandu, Thamel, and were warmly welcomed at Elbrus Home (our hostel and a very HIGH recommendation for anyone to stay there). Already I felt the people in Nepal were more friendly and welcoming. We spent two days weaving in and out of the many shops and restaurants that Thamel has to offer and visited the World Heritage site of Durbar Square in downtown Kathmandu. I found the city a bit overwhelming but the food and atmosphere in Thamel was great. Momo (dumplings) are a must when in Nepal. They come either steamed or fried but personally I enjoyed the steamed Momo more. Mmmmm… Momo….
Fried Momo

After two days in Kathmandu we took a morning bus to Pokhara and arrived in the afternoon. Food and bathroom break every two hours… no problem compared to Uganda! Pokhara was more my style with smaller shops, wider streets, less crowded (mind you this is the off season). Unfortunately we never had a clear view of the Annapurna mountain range but the mountains around the lake are still a site to see. On the second day I rented a scooter for 6 bucks and vroomed around the rice paddies in Happy Village to watch the paragliders land then cruised around Pokhara town until I found my way back to the hotel. While I was scooting around Kristina, Kendra, and Sarah took a boat ride across the lake and climbed a steep ridge to get a closer look at the Peace Temple.

The following morning we woke up early, met our guide and porter (shared by Sarah, Kristina, and Kendra because I wanted to carry my own pack), and got in our landrover to start our three day trek just inside the Annapurna Mountain range. We drove to the mountains and wasted no time climbing. The path we were on was relatively new and used by locals. Lunch was eaten at a local teahouse and we were served rice, dal (lentil soup), potato curry, greens, and papad ( a thin crispy bread). We continued on for about three more hours and ended the first day by walking through a cloud. I remember distinctly the slippery stone steps underneath my feet and slowly climbing uphill. Through the mist you could see the silhouette of mules and hear the bells around their necks slowly clanking. With every step I felt more peace. It was quiet and we were unsure of how close we were to our destination which was just around the corner. First Day: 15 miles down. We enjoyed milk tea and selected our meals from a basic menu filled with decently tasting food. At one point in the evening the clouds broke apart and I was able to glimpse the snowcapped Annapurnas for a brief moment before they were swallowed up again. The first night we slept like rocks at Australia Camp (6529 feet) where we shared two rooms and were spoiled with our own private hot showers and toilets.
Dal, Potato curry, greens, rice, papad

In the morning after a breakfast of Tibetan bread and oatmeal we headed on a steep path downhill towards a main road. At the road Kristina decided that hiking was not her thing so she took a vehicle back to town to get some R&R while Kendra, Sarah, and I continued with our guide and porter. I admire her for trying when she had doubts from the beginning but she gave it a try and kept up the whole time she was with us! I’m proud of her J Once Kristina left…we climbed. And we climbed. And we climbed some more. The path was an obstacle course set with slippery stone staircases. We passed through a few small villages tucked into the mountains. Every village seemed to be well equipped with running water, electricity, and beautifully maintained rice paddies. Around 3 in the afternoon we reached our home stay. For lunch we enjoyed the traditional meal of rice, dal, greens, and papad with a cup of the most deliciously spiced milk tea I have tasted thus far in my short lifetime. Proceeding lunch while Kendra and Sarah settled into our damp clay room I took a stroll downhill and found a nice nook in the wall to sit and enjoy where I was. Silence. I wanted peace and quiet and I found exactly what I was looking for. Take me back anytime.
Home stay night 2
Our home stay experience

Village in the Himalayas
Our final and last day was the most treacherous with a decent on slippery stone steps with slinking leaches spread throughout the path. Every step had to be thought out carefully and you had to make sure to go at your own pace. Step…. Step…… Step…. For four hours we climbed down one staircase, climbed up another, then back down, hopped on stones to get across a small river, back up another staircase, down a road full of rubble. Sarah hurt her knee after an hour and I was thankful I packed an ace wrap for the trip. The leaches were reaching out for our shoes and climbing to the inside of our shoes. I kept my pants tucked into my socks for the day but still managed to have a leach attach itself to me through my sock. Blood sucker got me on my ankle. I suppose it was bound to happen at least once. Needless to say when we reached the road at the bottom we were happy… even happier when we finished our flat 1 mile hike to the other side of the river where the bus to Pokhara was waiting. By the end of three days I was sore but I wish I could have spent more time in the mountains.

Next time I could go for a 10 – 14 day hike with more preparation. We had no idea what to expect for weather or what to bring and what not to bring but now I have a slight idea for next time J It was highly enjoyable and I cannot wait until I get back in the Himalayas!  

 We spent the next day in Pokhara relaxing then the following day Sarah, Kendra, and I signed up to go paragliding. Although it was the rainy season and the Annapurna Mountain range was still covered the view was beautiful! We drove up to the top of a hill overlooking Pokhara, met our paragliding pilots, and literally ran off the side of a hill. It was just like flying! You fly around until you find a pocket of warm air to lift you further into the sky. Very different from skydiving. Paragliding = free flying. Skydiving = free falling. I enjoyed the times I’ve been skydiving but there is something about paragliding that attracts me more… it’s relaxing and fascinating the way it all works. I am also HIGHLY recommending paragliding in Pokhara.  The cost was $80 for a 30- 40 minute flight and longer options available for reasonable prices. If I make it back to Nepal and have time to spare I wouldn’t mind taking lessons.
Sarah in the air!

Kendra and I before take off!
After Pokhara we took a bus back to Kathmandu and spent our last day visiting the Monkey Temple! Nice view of Kathmandu and tons of monkeys to watch… who would have guessed?

How do I sum up Nepal? I wish I had more time to see Nepal and what it has to offer. The street dogs seemed healthy and well respected. The power was a bit more inconstant than Uganda (surprisingly). I could not even imagine how gorgeous the view is without all of the clouds. The people are extremely friendly and welcoming. I found pretzels in a supermarket! Food and accommodation is relatively inexpensive. There are hundreds of options for trekking (where, how long). Pokhara is one of the best places to paraglide.


Due to lack of time I had to sit on a computer while traveling I wrote this blog a week after leaving Nepal so some of the unimportant events in my head have gotten fuzzy… but I miss Nepal. The experiences that meant something to me are still extremely vivid and I will carry those with me until someone asks me to tell a story about my adventures in Nepal. I will go back. The Himalayas will be calling my name in the back of my mind until I am able to make it back again… 

Monkey Temple, Kathmandu

Before climbing the hill at the Monkey Temple

A Buddhist Monk below prayer flags










Monkey at the Monkey Temple

Stubborn domesticated buffalo