Get carried away in Vietnam

Published:  11:38 Monday - November 19, 2012

Get carried away in Vietnam

Vietnam is always on the move, from speeding scooters in its crowded cities to the gently cruising junks in Halong Bay. Follow our adventure by boat, bus and plane - and, if you're feeling brave, hop on a scooter taxi, too.

From the island-studded seas of the north to the meandering waterways of the south, Vietnam is defined by the diversity of its land and the resilience and generosity of its people.

Halong Bay                           


- Best for coast

Halong City is roughly a three-hour drive east of Hanoi by bus along Highway 18. From here, cruises for Halong Bay depart from Bai Chay.

Once, a friendly dragon lived in the heavens above Halong Bay. With invaders from the seas threatening Vietnam, the gods asked the dragon to create a natural barrier to protect its people.

The dragon kindly obliged, performing a spectacular crash-landing along the coast, digging up chunks of rock with its flailing tail and spitting out pearls before grinding to a halt.

This scene of devastation is now known as Halong Bay (Halong translates as "where the dragon descends into the sea"). Less exciting explanations of this landscape involve aeons of erosion by winds and waves but no one disputes the splendour of the end result.

Rising from the shallows of the Gulf of Tonkin are thousands of limestone islands  -  towering monoliths lined up like dominos, some teetering at worrying angles.

"In Vietnamese culture, dragons are the protectors of people," explains Vo Tan, a guide who has been bringing people to Halong Bay for two decades. "I once saw a picture of Halong Bay taken from above, and it even looked a bit like a dragon."

Sailing into Halong Bay, it's easy to understand the hallucinatory effect these strange shapes can have. The islands' names are testament to the overactive imaginations of sailors who've spent too long at sea -  Fighting Cock Island, Finger Island, Virgin Grotto (which is said to contain a rock in the shape of a beautiful woman).

Having largely resisted human settlement, the islands have become home to other creatures. From above, sea eagles swoop down to pluck fish from the waters, carrying their prey, still flapping, high into the air, squawking congratulations to each other.

Below, countless jellyfish drift in the hollows beneath the cliffs.

A local legend tells of another, more sinister creature lurking in the waters of Halong Bay. A gigantic sea snake and close cousin of the Loch Ness Monster, the Tarasque was seen on three occasions by 19th-century French sailors, with sightings sporadically reported in Vietnam's tabloids since.

I ask Tan who would win in a battle between the Tarasque and Halong Bay's famous dragon.

"Of course the dragon would win," he grins. "In Vietnamese stories, the good guys are never allowed to lose."

-- Where to stay and eat

Most visitors to Halong Bay arrive as part of an organised tour sailing from Halong City. Bien Ngoc offers a spectrum of day trips and overnight tours, with many itineraries including Titop, an island with outstanding views of the bay.

Hanoi

- Best for city life

Regular buses run from Halong City to Hanoi and the journey takes about three hours.

It's rush hour in Hanoi and the streets of the city's old quarter are thronged with hundreds of scooters. The pavement and the central reservation are fair game in the chaos; zebra crossings exist more as a personal challenge than a guarantee of safe passage.

These are streets where Evel Knievel might have written the highway code; where a grandma on a scooter will think nothing of driving headlong into a oncoming traffic.

Hanoi is a city that refuses to grow old gracefully  - a millennium-old capital of crumbling pagodas and labyrinthine streets, now undergoing a transformation into a 21st-century Asian metropolis. In the old quarter, ancient temples neighbour karaoke joints and dynasties of artisans ply their trade next to shops selling cuddly toys the size of grizzly bears. Hanoi is a city that muddles past and present, where a statue of Lenin raises a clenched fist to teenagers who skateboard past him every afternoon.

Few have studied the changing face of the city as closely as Do Hien, an artist who has spent a lifetime painting Hanoi's streets. He welcomes me to his studio and idly leafs through sketches of city life -  couples waltzing beside the willows of Hoan Kiem Lake and alleyways where hawkers prepare steaming bowls of pho.

"Hanoi is a place that runs in your blood," Hien says thoughtfully, sitting among stubs of incense sticks and paintbrushes strewn across his floor.

"Had I not lived in this city I might not be able to paint like I do."

There are reminders of darker chapters in Hanoi's past among Hien's collection. He began his career as a Viet Cong propaganda artist, applying brushstrokes in between dashing off to fight the Americans during the Vietnam War. He witnessed the bombing of his hometown during Christmas 1972.

He shows me propaganda prints of anti-aircraft guns firing into skies above the city and a giant Vietnamese soldier grabbing an American B-52 bomber from the air with his bare hands, King Kong style. Today, posters like these are in much demand among collectors yet Hien struggles to paint with the ferocity of his younger years.

"I can copy these posters technically, but I don't have the right kind of spirit," he says. "I try to remember what I was feeling, but I don't have the same anger any more."

Like Hien's artwork, Hanoi, too, has moved on.

Hanging beside his front door is an oil painting of Long Bien Bridge  -  to many locals, the bridge is the enduring symbol of Hanoi's resilience.

Blown to pieces by American bombs 40 years ago, the bridge has been patched up and repaired. It now creaks under the weight of so many scooters. 

-- Where to eat

Little Hanoi offers good-value noodle and rice dishes in an atmospheric dining room where birdcages dangle from the ceiling (9 Ta Hien street). 

-- Where to stay

The Sofitel Legend Metropole dates back to French colonial rule over Vietnam, with interiors that feature smoky wooden floors, glittering chandeliers and whirring ceiling fans. Guests can also explore a rediscovered bunker, where staff and residents sheltered during the bombing of Hanoi in 1972. 

Sapa


- Best for walking

Overnight sleeper trains run the eight-hour trip from Hanoi to Lao Cai, near Sapa.

An evening fog hangs over Sapa  - a dense, B-movie fog, mingling with smoke rising from bonfires on the valley floor. The clouds sporadically open up to reveal a village, a chunk of a mountain, a patch of jungle, before obscuring them from view again, like stage scenery sliding into the wings.

Eventually the clouds lift, and the Hoang Lien mountain range emerges. It is a landscape of extraordinary beauty the Asian highlands half-remembered from childhood picture books and martial arts films. Above are peaks thick to their summits with greenery. Below, rice terraces run down the hillsides at right angles, as neat as the folds in origami paper.

Here and there, water buffalo stumble about rice paddies, chomping on foliage or looking up to offer gormless looks to passers-by.

In Sapa, the weather seems to operate on random rotation, switching between brilliant sunshine, thick fog, driving rain and occasionally a dusting of snow, before coming full circle to brilliant sunshine, often all within the space of a few minutes. A hill station settled by Vietnam's French colonists, Sapa now serves as a trailhead for hikers happy to enter the meteorological lottery of a walk in these mountains.

"We have four seasons in one day here," explains Giang Thi Mo, my guide, shimmying along the edge of a rice paddy as a rain cloud approaches. "There's no way to predict the weather -  just be lucky!"

Mo may live in Vietnam, but she considers herself first and foremost a member of the Black Hmong  - a hill-tribe originally from southern China who sought refuge in these mountains centuries ago. Black Hmong is just one of 53 minority groups in Vietnam, many of whom inhabit the country's highlands. Walking in these valleys entails packing a different phrasebook for every hour of the trek.

Close by are communities of Red Dzao, White Thai, Lu and Giay - all tribes with cultures, languages and dress distinct from those of lowland Vietnam.

We pass through a village, and Mo points to bamboo irrigation systems that send trickles down into rice pounders that see-saw with the current.

"There's a Hmong saying that we flow with the water," she explains. "It means we don't worry too much and take things easy."

Dusk begins to settle on the mountains. Bonfires are extinguished and water buffalo herded homewards. The villagers around Sapa have an early bedtime. Very soon the valleys are engulfed in a profound stillness.

The blinking lights of fireflies cartwheel about in the gloom for a short while before disappearing from view, presumably lost in another thick fog.

-- Where to stay and eat

Set over rice terraces a short drive outside Sapa, the Hmong Mountain Retreat has small guest bungalows made from bamboo and thatched with palm. Set dinners, which are often vegetarian, are served in a traditional Hmong house nearby. The owners also offer trekking itineraries in the hills.

Hoi An


- Best for food

Direct flights operate from Hanoi to Danang and take 75mins. Hoi An is 29km south of Danang local buses take less than an hour.

Hoi An is a small town that likes a big breakfast. As dawn musters strength on the horizon, a small army of chefs sets to work on Thai Phien St, firing up gas cookers and arranging plastic furniture on the pavements.

Soon, the city awakes to sweet porridges; coffee that sends a lightning bolt of caffeine to sleepy heads; sizzling steaks; broths that swim with turmeric, chilli and ginger. In Vietnam, street food is a serious business  -  a single dish prepared day after day by the same cook, perfected and honed by a lifetime's craft.

"Food in Hoi An is about yin and yang," explains Le Hanh, a young female chef scrutinising vegetables at the morning market. "It's about balancing hot with cool, sweet with sour, salty with spicy."

Carrying bags full of shopping, Le Hanh leads me to her cooking school in a quiet backstreet of Hoi An, where she quickly sets about chopping up green papayas and grilling fish in banana leaves. Cooking in Hoi An goes big on contrasting flavours; food that plays good cop/bad cop with the palate.

The sharpness of fish sauce blends with the subtlety of fresh herbs; cool lemongrass makes way for the eye-watering panic of accidentally chomping on a red chilli.

Food tourism is nothing new to Hoi An. Japanese, Chinese and European merchants sailed here in the 17th and 18th centuries, trading in silks and ceramics and making off with sacks of spices, tea and sugar.

Still standing in the centre of the town is a Chinese temple to Thien Hau, the Goddess of the Sea, with murals of her guiding cargo ships home through stormy seas.

The port's fortunes waned, and Hoi An has slipped into a state of graceful dishevelment. Today, purple bougainvillea springs from mustard-coloured warehouses where merchants once kept their goods, and the teak and mahogany shutters creak on their hinges. Wire birdcages hang from the branches of tropical almond trees pet pigeons, grackles and turtledoves cooing and trilling inside.

The merchants who brought Hoi An its fortune have departed, but their presence lingers on in the town's gastronomy. Hanh reaches for a plate of cao lau, a noodle dish thought to have been inherited from Japanese and Chinese merchants, but which purists insist should only be made using water from a particular well in a Hoi An backstreet. "In Hoi An, we cook food from all over the world," Hanh says.

"We just make it better."

-- Learn to cook

Hanh teaches at Gioan cooking school. Her students learn to cook the likes of seafood hotpots, spring rolls, beef curries and banana pancakes.

-- Where to eat

Set in a French colonial building with an ornate facade, Lantern Town Restaurant serves up numerous local specialities. The upstairs balcony has waterfront views. 

-- Where to stay

Actually nothing to do with the sport, the Golf Hoi An Hotel offers large rooms with dark wood furniture, airconditioning and balconies overlooking a central swimming pool.

Mekong Delta

-- Best for river life

Flights operate from Danang to Ho Chi Minh City and take 75 minutes. An express three-hour bus service runs from Mien Tay station in Ho Chi Minh to Can Tho, the largest city in the Mekong Delta.

A heavy rain is falling on the Mekong Delta, flooding the footpaths, swilling in the gutters, turning riverbank mud from light tan to a rich coffee colour. In the villages, everybody runs for cover  - men, women, infants, enough animals to fill a farm: chickens, geese, dogs and cats, all scurrying under iron-sheet roofs and looking up at a slate-grey sky. It's the rainy season.

A tangled network of rivers, tributaries and canals, the waters of the delta criss-cross the lowlands of southern Vietnam before emptying into the South China Sea through mighty, yawning estuaries. For centuries, life here has ebbed and flowed in tandem with the current of the Mekong  - an all-in-one launderette, bathtub, highway, toilet, dishwasher, larder, social club and workplace for the communities surrounded by its waters.

"If you live on a river island with 20 other people you have to learn to get along with everyone," says Mrs Bui Nguyen, beckoning strangers to shelter in her bungalow beside the Cai Chanh canal. "That's the reason people in the Mekong are so friendly."

A 77-year-old who attributes her longevity to a lifetime avoiding doctors, Nguyen wistfully reflects on the delta of old days when the only artificial light came from peanut oil lamps dotted along the riverbanks, long before roads had reached the villages.

Times have changed, but human life still instinctively congregates on the water's edge. Lining the riverbank nearby are grocers' shops, cafes, a gym, a billiards club and a blacksmith's, whose owner makes kitchen utensils from helicopter parts left over from the Vietnam War.

Floating markets, too, are still held every morning at nearby Cai Rang, with creaking barges from across the delta bashing into each other as they offload cargoes of watermelons, pineapples and turnips.

The rain eases and the rhythm of delta life slowly begins to gather pace  - sampans cast free of their moorings, children arrive home from school on ferry boats and mudskippers hop along the riverbanks.

Downstream, the Mekong seems a place of Eden-like abundance. Rafts of water hyacinth drift along in the current, spinning in the eddies. On the riverbank are shady papaya groves, banana trees bent double under the weight of their fruit and palms that seem to bow deferentially to the boats that pass by.

-- Where to stay and eat

A popular option for travellers in the Mekong delta, homestays see guests staying with local families and helping them cook dinner. One of the best is the Hung Homestay, close to Can Tho, which offers hearty food and simple bungalows set along a quiet riverbank. Excursions to the floating market are also available.

Source: news.com.au

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