Hullo..its time for the travel bug to infect me again..went to Vietnam for almost 9 hard-earned days and thoroughly enjoyed my stay there. As I spent my trip in three major areas, Ha No, Sa-pa and Ha-long Bay, I will divide my travel blog into 3 parts.
Therefore, Part 1 is Hankering after Ha Noi: An Account of My arrival to the capital city of Vietnam.
As I boarded the Air Asia flight very very early, was drowsy as I sunk onto my airplane seats but my eyes popped open the moment we were cruising above Northern Vietnam. Man, this land is flat. I could see farmland and low buildings everywhere. The houses look like blocks of buildings from a computer land..like Lego toys. The buildings are so narrow and cute.
Then the air hit me with gusto..oh, so dry and hazy. I guess it hasn’t been raining for days here as a layer of dust seem to settle in the quiet, still air. The first Vietnamese to greet us told us that he is bringing us to a different hotel and not to the one that we book. We protested half-heartedly, as we are prepared for this famous scam widely-publicized online. We do not want this incident to mar the rest of the trip and therefore, went along wif this guy.
To be honest, the hotel is not bad and pretty near to the major attractions in the Old Quarter. We approached the Old Quarter with eager enthusiasm and high spirits. Learnt that each street is named after the trades found on that particular street. Therefore, Shoe Street has only shops selling shoes and so on. How convenient, how quaint..hehe
The first thing that strikes you as you wander onto the streets of Ha Noi is the propensity for honking. I mean, honking is like the national pastime here. It’s like "Honk if you are Vietnamese" or "I will die the day I Stop Honking"…those seem to be the personal motto for Hanoians. I was terrified to cross the streets, at first. I stood there for minutes at wits’ ends, trying to figure a way to reach the other side. Finally, I took the plunge and stepped onto the traffic, trailing the locals closely. Bravo, I did it. My first crossing amidst motorbikes that don’t follow rule
Then I noted that no one wears a helmet here. I mean, the neurosurgeons must de damn filthy rich here..or everyone figures that being dead immediately after a road-traffic accident is better. With no one following traffic rules or obeying the traffic light, its amazing how ppl can stay alive. I guess its survival of the fittest after all.
Secondly, the streets themselves are marvellous. The old trees lining the streets are so shady, charming and filled with character. They are the living testaments to the early victorious Vietnamese conquering the Chinese. They stood by as the French colonized this nation and witnessed the horrors of the Vietnam War. We walked for hours under the protections of these well-planted trees. I wish that we have these many trees in the major cities in Malaysia. maybe then i wil drive less..(wishful thinking)
Thirdly, as we approached the Hoan Kiem lake, the major heart of the city where all the Old Quarter branches out from, like arteries, we could notice many tourists. And pirated North Face and crumpler bags. Ah, globalization and piracy. Its reassuring to know that Malaysia could be dethroned as the piracy centre of Southeast Asia one day with so many other potential countries, eh? Forgive my sarcasm..
The lake itself is a beehive of activity. We see many couples dating by the lake and children running around. There was a picture-taking session for Miss Photogenic Vietnam and we could ogle at gorgeous, mouth-watering Vietnamese girls in ao dai courtesy of that contest. Worshippers streamed into the Ngoc Sun temple. A Malaysian girl valiantly tried to take pictures. Kids escaping from my clutches and camera as I tried to snap pictures of them. Old ladies selling snacks. It was truly so filled with interesting people and unique scenery that I feared that I was in a sensory overload. It was all so overwhelmingly Vietnamese.
So it was time for a coffee break. Yummy..my mouth is salivating now as I typed out those words..Vietnamese coffee. Ka-fe. For the first time in my life, I took coffee without having a headache and enjoyed the taste in the process. It was just a right blend of coffee, sugar and milk with ice added for the warm weather. The setting..a cafe facing the lake so we could greedily people-watch. A great way to rest our aching feet and recharge before the night set in
To be continue…