Wednesday, January 29, 2014

Chuc Mung Nam Moi

That means Happy New Year.  The Vietnamese New Year is not a bacchanalian like the American New Year.  It is closer to Rosh Hashanah.  Maybe not so serious, but it is a family rather than a public holiday.  Everyone goes home and spends three days to a week with their families.  That was why the Tet Offensive was such a surprise.  It was kind of like the Yom Kippur War except that both sides observe Tet, so no one expected the North to stay mobilized.  Nowadays, all of the shops and restaurants close for several days.  Some have already closed as the employees are already on the road home.  I took a quiet walk through the French Quarter today.  On this street, all of the local stores are closed; only Apple is still open.


Then I walked through the normally bustling Old Quarter with its millions of shops for the tourists, but it was only at half bustle.  A lot of the tourist shops were already closed, but the flower shops were doing a booming trade.  It is traditional to decorate houses for New Year's with kumquat trees and peach blossoms.  For days I have seen motorbikes going by with trees on the back.  Today I walked through the section of the Old Quarter where you can buy them.

Kumquat trees
Peach blossoms for sale
Getting the peach blossoms home
Getting a small peach blossom home
Getting a large peach blossom home
I saw on Facebook that Devin Mills was travelling in Cambodia and Vietnam, too, so I texted him and we have been trying to figure out if our schedules will put us in the same place at the same time.  It seemed close for Luang Prabang next week.  Today is my last day in Vietnam.  I am leaving tomorrow since there will be nothing to do when everything shuts down for Tet.  After my last walk through the French and Old Quarters, I was sitting by a lake, reading, and watching people walk by when ... you can see where this is going.  I looked up and there was Devin with two friends.  Even though we are in the same city, what are the odds that we would run into each other?  Unfortunately, Devin did not get the message about Tet.  He and his friends are staying in Hanoi for two more days and have just figured out that there will be nothing to do and nowhere to eat.  Actually, I think they are more concerned about no place to drink.  I expect to see them again next week in Luang Prabang when they finally get there.

I have been very amused by the various signs I have seen in Vietnam.  You would think that they would get a Brit or an American to translate, especially in museums, but the translations are often the way that Vietnamese speak English.  Also, I find some of the things they find necessary to put into signs just plain strange.  Here are some of the signs of Vietnam.

My all time favorite:  warnings at the swimming pool, including not to litter or split anywhere.  And the ever important reminder to wear a bathing suit.
Glad they warned me to leave my dynamite and poison at home
I believe I always behave in a civilized manner around vestiges
How strong is the suggestion?  These are rocks here!
Huh?

Huh?
This sign confused me until I saw ...


Apparently you really do have to tell people not to kill animals at historical sites
I think this means that you can go in if you are not paying attention.
That is not Colonel Sanders; it is Ho Chi Minh who is ordionary but noble.



Finally, Happy New Year to all.  Chuc Mung Nam Moi.







More karsts

Yesterday I took my last excursion in Vietnam - a trip to Trang An which is supposed to be Ha Long Bay on land.  In many ways Ha Long Bay reminded me of Yosemite Valley on water.  We drifted along or kayaked between towering limestone formations that reminded me of the granite walls of Yosemite.  On land, the similarity was more striking, although we ended up back in boats.  We rowed along a peaceful river between and under the karsts, into caves that were barely higher than our heads.  Many of the rowers preferred to use their feet which was pretty amazing as well.

A boat disappearing into a cave



Entering a cave

Exiting back into the light

Rowing with feet

More karsts
Entering another cave
More foot rowing


Monday, January 27, 2014

Ha Long Bay

Ha Long Bay was absolutely beautiful.  Huge limestone formations called karsts rise out of the bay in a random pattern.  Some have trees on them and some are bare.  Most are large enough to walk on and several have large caves in them.  Not much to say about this scenery; I guess you had to be there.  As usual, my pictures are not all that good, but in this case, pictures are better than words.

The faux junks that I thought I was going on
My luxury cruise ship
Heading into the bay



Floating village in Ha Long Bay




Vegetable garden in a floating house
Another vegetable garden
Kitchen on a floating house

Arch

Planting rice on Cat Ba Island in Ha Long Bay

Dessert table and decorations made of fruit
Salad table and decorations
I couldn't believe we would fit through there but it wasn't even close


Thursday, January 23, 2014

Hanoi

I got into Hanoi yesterday in the late afternoon and, driving in from the airport, there was a red sun setting in the west.  Clearly an omen.

I understood that Hanoi still showed French influence and was a more provincial, smaller city than Saigon.  Maybe ... but it just seems more crowded to me.  Several million fewer people but in a smaller space with narrower streets.  I think they are approaching gridlock here.

I hired a guide to give me the one day tour of all the sites of Hanoi today.  We visited a famous pagoda and then went to Ho Chi Minh's tomb.  It was a little eerie, of course, but I was surprised that I enjoyed the complex.  There is a museum to Ho Chi Minh and the house he lived in.  He built a beautiful little house on a lake and you would never know that you are in the middle of a city.  I did wonder if Ho Chi Minh ever drove new cars.



We visited a museum about the fifty four different ethnic groups in Vietnam and also the Temple of Literature which housed a university (well, the Vietnam equivalent of one) starting in 1070.  It was quite peaceful and interesting.  Then we went to the Hanoi Hilton which was very disturbing.  The original prison was built by the French and used to house "political prisoners" until 1954.  Most of the exhibits showed the French inhumane treatment of the Vietnamese.  Then there were two rooms dedicated to the US POWs and the theme was how wonderfully they were treated and how they all came to see the error of their thinking and to appreciate the wisdom and compassion of the North Vietnamese.  Sadly, this is the only information that is given to the Vietnamese.  They laid on the propaganda just a little too thick for me.

The most interesting thing that happened today was on the way to one of the museums.  The taxi driver suddenly slammed on his brakes.  I looked up and saw nothing in front of the car.  Then the taxi behind us ran into us.  Some men went to the empty road in front of us and picked up a motorbike.  Then they helped a woman to her feet from right in front of our bumper.  She appeared to be in her 50's.  I'm not sure exactly what happened but apparently she fell down in front of us and our driver avoided running over her.  The woman dusts herself off, gets back on her motorbike and drives off.  Our driver gets in a shouting match with the driver of the other cab, and my guide translates and explains.  The other driver is at fault for not leaving room (which no one does and it works as long as no one has to slam on their brakes).  But the other driver does not offer our driver enough money - only about $5.  He insists that that is all he has.  Our driver is upset because his car is damaged and won't accept the $5.  My guide tells me that the other driver should pay $40 or $50.  And of course, no one wants the police because then it will cost more.  Finally the other driver comes up with some more money - maybe $30 or so - and we all drive off.  No exchange of phone numbers and pay more later.  The entire incident is resolved on the spot.  Our driver remained upset because the company will only pay $10 toward the damages.  He will have to pay the rest and lose the use of his car (and thus no income) for a couple of days.

I looked at the car when I got out.  The taillight was not broken but the bumper and rear right panel were smashed pretty good, and I'm not sure the trunk will open.  In what world can this damage be fixed for $50?


Tuesday, January 21, 2014

Hue and war

The main site to see in Hue is the Imperial City, also called the Citadel.  It has, or rather had, outer courtyards, an inner palace, and a forbidden city only for the emperor.  Unfortunately, it was also the site of a major battle in the Tet offensive in 1968.  The Viet Cong took it early in the offensive, so the US staged a massive counterattack including bombing the hell out of the complex.  During the twenty eight day battle, the Viet Cong massacred over 5,000 South Vietnamese, mostly civilians.  No good guys here and not much to see today at the Imperial City except the outer walls.

On Sunday, I took a one day tour of the sites of Hue on the back of a motorbike.  Besides the Citadel, the tombs of several emperors and a famous pagoda are in the countryside around Hue.  First I visited this covered bridge built in the Japanese style in 1776, a date I can easily remember.  The most interesting thing about the bridge for me was that there was an altar inside to the patron who paid for the bridge.  I still can't wrap my mind around all the temples here dedicated to various people.  Who goes and prays at all of them?  Who still remembers someone who paid for a bridge more than 250 years ago?  But there were offerings and incense at the shrine in the bridge.


The we climbed a hill that had both a French and American bunker.  The hill overlooks the Perfume River and has a view on all sides.


Finally I visited a small military museum outside the Citadel.  We all know that the winners get to write the history books, but ya think this is laying it on a little heavy?


So now I am getting interested in the details of the Vietnamese War, or the American War as it is called here.  Hue is about 50 kilometers south of the DMZ.  There is really not a lot left to see, but there is a tour called the DMZ tour that goes to a few sites of interest and explains the chronology, battles, and strategies.  I hired a driver and private guide today, knowing it would be a lot a driving.  Fortunately my guide, Hung, was very good and I found the day worthwhile.  She not only spoke excellent English, but she answered all of my questions about the war and everything else I had seen in Vietnam but couldn't understand.

My driver took me to Dong Hoi in the Quang Tri province where we picked up Hung.  Then we drove west toward Laos and the Ho Chi Minh Trail.  Vietnam is only eighty kilometers wide here.  We drove through beautiful rolling hills covered in lush green vegetation and trees.  This is the area that was completely defoliated during the war and there are still a few bare spots.  There was a huge Marine base at Khe Sahn including an airfield.  Ten days prior to the Tet Offensive, the Viet Cong attacked Khe Sanh as a diversion to draw US troups from the south.  It worked, as the US began a massive air bombing, artillery, and napalm attack on the surrounding area.  Eventually, Khe Sahn became cut off from all but aerial support.  The US mounted a ground attack that took over five months to break through to the marine base.  Then the US Command decided that Khe Sanh was no longer strategically important, so they dismantled and destroyed everything and just left, the first time the US retreated in the face of enemy pressure.  I never heard of Khe Sahn or Quang Tri until this week, and Quang Tri was the site of some of the heaviest fighting and casualties in the war.

Okay, I know the winners write the books, but the captions at the museum at Khe Sahn were a little over the top.




Next we visited the bridge that was the Checkpoint Charlie of the demilitarized zone from 1954 to 1965 when fighting began.  We walked across the bridge into the North.  There was no ground fighting in the North, but the US bombed the Ho Chi Minh trail and other places suspected of helping the North Vietnamese.  Vinh Moc was a village on the coast.  Fishing boats were bringing supplies from Vinh Moc to an island and from there they were shipped south.  The US destroyed the village with bombs, but rather than leave, the villagers built underground tunnels and lived in them for years.  Unlike the tunnels at Cu Chi outside of Saigon, these tunnels were not disguised to hide soldiers.  Rather, they were underground bunkers with dozens of entrances and rooms.  Babies were born in the tunnels.  The tunnels were built on three levels - twelve, eighteen, and twenty five meters underground.  The lowest levels came out on the beach.

We walked for 300 meters in the original tunnels which had been reinforced only around the entrances.  The most amazing thing to me was that the walls, which looked like stone to me, are clay.  You can scratch it with your fingernail.  I can't believe that tunnels in clay are still solid and safe after fifty years.  In the second picture I am in a family room that holds four people.





When you walk into the museum at Vinh Moc, right in front of you there is a huge metal mural of various scenes of war and life in the tunnels.  The title they gave the sculpture, which I found a little incongruous, is meant to indicate that they did whatever it took to survive.