Pirates!

Hanoi was cool - the hustle and bustle of Saigon but a more traditional Vietnamese feel - lots of crowded little alleyways off alleyways with motorbikes zooming past and street stall and lots of noise and colour confusing sights - I love confusing sights!

We spent a few days cruising around Hanoi avoiding dodgy taxi drivers, refusing to buy hats and visiting a few sights with Ann and Shane. The strangest was the mausoleum (and accompanying museum) of Ho Chi Minh. Old Uncle Ho has become much more than a person in Vietnam - he is a symbol of freedom, national pride and (as the museum repeatedly told us) 'explemparily revolutionary morality', and the reverance, pomp and ceremony the place exudes is amazing if slightly surreal. Huge crowds get single file marched through a theatrically sombre chamber containing his body while severe guards in strict white uniforms make sure you don't smile or your hands don't leave your sides. For the Vietnamese it borders on a religous experience - we found it slightly morbid and surreal.



The other thing you have to do in Hanoi is take the lucky dip and hope you get a decent boat to take you around the beautiful Ha Long bay. Luckily we got a good one, nice food, comfy little cabin and no rats but the joyless staff and their dictorial control of all liquid consumed on the boat threatened our planned starlight drinking session. The boats there are dirt cheap but make their money on drinks at extortionate prices, and even if you bring your own, the corkage they'll charge you will be twice what you paid for the booze in the first place! We were travelling with Shane and Ann and nothing can stop the irish when it comes to having a tipple so we make some eyepatches out of postcards and dental tape and took to covert drinking methods with our smuggled on whiskey and vodka. Yee-arrh!

Ha Long Bay was stunning. Like lots of things in Vietnam you do feel like you're being lead by the hand down a well-worn path with thouands of other tourists going the exact same way at the same time, but with Ha Long Bay its beautiful enough that it doesn't matter. We had a top class swim off the boat of the first night at sunset in a beautiful bay among huge sheer limestone cliffs. A newcomer to the top swims of the trip top ten, possibly even number one.

Our last day in Hanoi we had a crazy day bumping into a whole buch of people we'd met in our travels including Jason and Rochelle from Jungle Beach and Danielle the kiwi motorcyclist we'd hung out with around Cambodia. The evening ended with street stall beers, a big dinner and a fun night out at a great little bar. A perfect night to say goodbye to Vietnam and some of the aweosme people we travelled with there!

Hoi An and Hue

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After a sad goodbye to Jungle Beach (our fav place in Vietnam) we boarded the Night Bus From Hell (actually Hoi An). We stupidly booked ourselves in for a 12 hours overnight bus ride but didn't book a sleeper bus. 12 extremely uncomfortable hours later- we arrived in Hoi An and bumped into our friends from Jungle Beach- Ann and Shane who looked pretty fresh and clean compared to us as they had taken the overnight sleeper train.

Hoi An is the tailor capital of the world and I promptly kicked it off by putting in some orders that very night. There are 100's of tailors in Hoi An and it's all a bit overwhelming- especially when you've been living in one pair of shorts and 3 t-shirts for 3 months.

I think I was even having nightmares about fabric choices at one stage... cashmere or linen?

It kinda did my head in. But Toby got a me a dressing gown for my birthday embroidered with what would be my pro-boxing name- if I ever took up the sport!

To relieve the stress, we met up with Ann and Shane, an Irish couple who we first met in Dalat, and were travelling north through Vietnam like us. They were good fun and led us to the King Kong bar one night which served free rum during happy hour. This led to some piratey plans being laid and a nasty hangover the next day.

One day later we hit Hue- the imperial capital of Vietnam. And somehow the Irish and Toby convinced me to come on a day tour of the DMZ- the demilatarised zone where large chunks of the Vietnam War (called the American War here) was fought. It was 12 hours on a bus. It rained. It was very, very average.

The citadel in Hue was cool..very Imperial. Did some pretty walks about- saw some greedy fish.

But we jumped on the sleeper bus to Hanoi pretty quickly....I was keen to leave the memories of that DMZ tour far behind.

Jungle Beach Forever

Imagine this....
a white sand beach
perfectly clear calm blue water
palm trees
bamboo huts open to the sunrise
being called to remind you to come to meals
friendly dogs
bonfires every night
no other people on the beach
but the best thing was swimming at night, there was phospheresence in the water, so when you swam, trails of light would follow in your wake

it's the closest we've come to a tropical paradise...

I Loike Ut

After a week of big city living in Saigon we finally decided we'd better get out see some more of Vietnam. Our flair for timing with big public holidays continued and instead of going straight to Dalat as we'd wanted we ended up having to spend a couple of days in Mui Ne while Saigon invaded Dalat for the Liberation Day/Labour Day long weekend.

Mui Ne I could take or leave. Its literally a town with one road - straight along the edge of a beautiful beach for ten kilometres. Thing is, the beach side of the road is lined with resorts ranging from the stupidly expensive to the crappy-but-still-overpriced, and to get to the beach you have to go through the resorts. If you're not staying in a resort (and guess who wasn't) you'd better be ready to buy some expensive lemonades if you wanna be going anywhere near that water. We hired a motorbike and found the beach around the headland where the locals swim (much to their amusement) and explored the sci-fi looking red sand dunes with the help of a local kid who claimed he was David Beckham. Weird.

Dalat, however, was a real gem. High in the mountains, its a windy sprawling little city set around steep hills with the cool weather and the improbable roads of our beloved Wellington. We spent an awesome day hooning around on the back of some pretty sweet big roadbikes with two Easyriders - a Dalat instution reknowned for their mix of tour guiding and comedy - who took us on a stunning trip around the area visiting all kinds of silk factories, flower farms, waterfalls, coffee plantations and even a mushroom farm. Mainly we just enjoyed riding on some sweet motorbikes around mountain roads and our guide had some hilarious stories and did a spot-on impersonation of an old kiwi farmer he'd taken a while ago. "I loike ut" he'd say, and so did we.

Beep Beep

Xin Chao!
In Saigon and sweating it up- so so so hot and the motorikes are going mental and the fans are blowing and the kids are yelling and there's steam coming out of weird places and the noodles are yum and the beer is cheap and the coffee is GOOD and people are mental and friendly and funny and toby has a tummy bug! So I went to the markets and took a cyclo and lots of photos on a funny little camera I bought real cheap and ate some awesome pho which is now my new favourite food.