Ho Chi Minh City, Vietnam, Part 2: A Vietnam War History Lesson

I thought it'd be helpful to start today's post with a brief note on the Vietnam War, given that was the overarching theme of the day (and something I learned tons about). 


A Quick Blurb About The Vietnam War:

To be completely honest, it's another one of those wars we've learned briefly about in schools, but I didn't really remember any of the details or have a clear idea the scope and scale and things that went on during it. Even though it was SO RECENT. Therefore I feel obligated to include my Connie Wang 5-second-Vietnam-War-rundown that I've learned about the past couple days.  (This is probably more helpful to myself than all of you knowledgeable people, but here goes). 

The Vietnam War went from 1955 to 1975 (20 years!!), after North Vietnam (Communist) had been fighting against South Vietnam (not Communist).  The U.S. intervened and joined with the anti-Communist South, thinking it needed to stop the larger spread of Communism.

The Viet Cong were a pro-Communist group in the South that was helped by the North - their focus was a reunified Vietnam under Communist rule. These are part of who America was fighting as well.

Basically, as with all wars, it was ugly. And really sad. American forces bombed a lot.  I don't mean to oversimplify, but in the quest to take down the North Vietnamese army and the Viet Cong, there were a lot of civilian casualties as well (entire villages were completely wiped out).  Besides bombs, there was also chemical warfare used (i.e. Agent Orange) and basically just tons of destruction and chaos.  The U.S. eventually pulled out (as negative public opinion in its involvement grew) and the war ended when North Vietnam took over Saigon in the South - and Vietnam in its entirety became Communist. By the time the war was over, around 1.5M-4M people had died.  Again, this is all a big oversimplification (there's a lot more to the story, especially with the French rule beforehand, other countries involved, etc.) - but a general overall gist.

Cliffnotes of the Day:

• In the morning, Ed (my hostel friend) and I went to the War Remnants Museum - basically an entire museum dedicated to the atrocities that happened to the Vietnamese (courtesy of the US) during the Vietnam War.  It was pretty graphic in some of its descriptions - but some of the photos were incredibly powerful.  It's a little strange because Vietnamese museums are pretty propaganda-filled (there were placards in the museum that literally said things like "After an intensely successful and perfectly-executed Vietnamese mission", or "the cruel Americans did blah blah" - I mean, not that I'm not sure that there's some ounce of truth to some of it, but the wording is just funny for a museum.

War Remnants Museum. Only photo I took.

• Post lunch, I joined a tour out to the Cu Chi tunnels, about an hour and a half outside the city. The Cu Chi tunnels are where the Viet Cong hid underground in tiny intricate ridiculous tunnels for years during the Vietnam War.  These tunnels are cray - they extend for over 250km and were all dug by hand. And they are TINY.  Our guide kept joking to keep in mind that they were dug for tiny Vietnamese people; not giant Westerners who eat McDonald's (thanks).

This is a booby trap for the enemy - you step on the ground and fall into bamboo spikes

One of the tiny creepy entrances to the underground tunnels - there were apparently 3 levels of tunnels, so that if the top layer gets bombed, you can retreat down to the lower levels

An old tank

A new friend I met on my tour, James - they allow you to shoot old-school rifles (like M-16s and M-30s and whatever else old crazy loud guns they used in the war)

Another crazy thing is how young the forest is surrounding the tunnels - these trees are all less than 30-40 years old, because the entire forest was totally bombed and annihilated during the war

Here is a crater where America dropped a B-52 bomb

• And then we were allowed to crawl through a section of the tunnels!  It was only 160 meters (compared to the 250 KILOmeter length of the tunnels) and it was. insane.  First of all, they've extended this section to be bigger to accommodate tourists, so they're already bigger than they were historically. And they are seriously the tiniest tunnels you will ever encounter. There were about 5 or 6 bailout points - if you wanted to get out, you could exit at these bailout points along the tunnel.  Most of our group did - only a handful of us (including me and James) actually made it through the entire 160 meter length (and confession, I was just following the person in front of me because it's all I could see and was assuming everyone else was following behind - I didn't realize people were bailing left and right).  Near the end, it got especially bad - not only are you sweating buckets because you're crouched down in the most uncomfy position shuffling through these things - but there was a point where I had to get on my hands and knees and crawl or else I couldn't fit. I've always thought I was fairly small, so the fact that I could barely pass through - I'm not sure how some of the bigger guys did it.

Entering the tunnels

I felt massive

James and I crawling through

Made it out alive!

• After a ride back to the city, I met up with both James and Ed for dinner - last dinner in Vietnam!  In the morning, I had booked a bus to Cambodia.

Ho Chi Minh City, Vietnam, Part 1: I'm So Fancy

I am a little sad currently because I sent all my clothes to the laundry in an effort to massively clean everything at once, and the laundry people didn't dry it fully before bagging it up; and now all my clothes have a not-so-pleasant swamp-like odor.  I guess if that's the worst of my problems, I'm still doing OK in life - but do you think I should douse my clothes in anti-wrinkle spray or mosquito repellent?  Only two choices of scent I have in my life currently.

Moving onto more relevant topics, arrived in Ho Chi Minh City!  Which is also called Saigon for short (Saigon is the old name; but it's easier to say so you'll find in the South people still call in Saigon).

What It's All About:

Ho Chi Minh City (Saigon) is the largest city in Vietnam, with over 9 million people - though Hanoi is the capital city. It's. Huge. To me, it was like stepping into Hong Kong or another similar huge Asian metropolis - driving in, you instantly see all the global brands and franchises (KFC, Carl's Jr, Starbucks, even Coffee Bean and Tea Leaf and Swensen's [side note: ICE CREAM NOMNOM]).  I love it. I feel at home in cities.  There are skyscrapers, men in business suits, and fancy hotel chains. Big cities are my jam.

It also used to be the capital of South Vietnam pre-Vietnam War, which I've learned extensively about in my time here.

Cliffnotes of the Day:

• Pulled into the city by bus around dinnertime. Amanda, my diving/cooking class buddy who I'd met in Hoi An, was in Ho Chi Minh City for work, and had invited me when I was back in Hoi An to stay with her at her hotel (courtesy of her work).  So I took a cab over to Le Meridien, where she was staying.  Amanda was at a work dinner when I arrived, but she'd put my name on the room so I could get into the room.
• First off, there is nothing like rolling into Le Meridien looking completely homeless and carrying a beat-up backpack and feeling totally out-of-place. The sweet bellmen kept trying to offer to carry my sad-looking bag for me.  Anyways, I finally checked in to this:

The Le Meridien lobby - just like the hostels I've been staying in, obvs

I HAD FORGOTTEN WHAT REAL ROOMS LOOKED LIKE

First order of business - put on hotel robe; lounge in comfy bed ASAP

•  Amanda arrived a little later; we seriously just chilled in bed and watched a movie. It felt like such luxury, as come to think of it, I also haven't watched a single ounce of TV/film in this entire time.  The next morning, we headed down to the hotel's complimentary breakfast buffet. 

Whattt.  Seriously the most beautiful sight I've ever seen

• The buffet was insane - there was a make-your-own-omelette station, a make-your-own-pho station, unlimited ridiculous amounts of hot breakfast dishes and breads and pastries and yogurt and cereal - even an entire dessert section. I was in heaven.

I may have gone a little nuts on breakfast. I even had a personal omelette that I didn't photograph

• After the largest breakfast in the world, we went to lounge by the pool overlooking the river.  #beachedwhalestatus

Oh, and here's our gorgeous infinity pool, of course

Looking out over Saigon

Gorgeous athletic center (apparently the hotel is only a couple months old)

• The hotel did force us to check out eventually, so we headed to Ben Thanh Market, a famous indoor market known for selling all sorts of tourist (and local) goodies.  I needed to replace my tennis shoes, given I'd lost them somewhere between canyoning and the city (RIP).   

Ben Thanh market

• After the market, Amanda had to leave to catch her flight back home to Hong Kong (tear).  We parted ways and I gathered up my things to return to my usual routine of hosteling - I checked in at a nearby hostel for the rest of my time in the city.  At my hostel, I met a new roommate, Ed, from Britain - we went for dinner and drinks at a crazy busy backpacker-y road near the hostel.

Moment of the Day:

Moments of the Day don’t always have to be good, right?  Vietnam is also well-known to have really scam-y taxi drivers - it’s pretty common to get ripped off.  I’d been pretty lucky so far to not have had any major issues - common rules of thumb are that you always ask the driver to turn on the meter, or you clearly establish the fare beforehand (and make sure it includes all luggage, extra people, etc.).  But my luck couldn’t last forever, I guess.

Amanda and I had taken a cab from the hotel to the Ben Thanh market; which cost about 35,000 Vietnamese dong (about $1.50). When we were done at the market, we flagged down a taxi back to the hotel.  I asked him to turn on the meter, which he did.

First problem: I noticed the meter was jumping in really large increments. A couple minutes in, our fare was already at 300,000 dong (~$15) - but the meter was wonky looking and there were a couple weird separators in the numbers, so we surmised it maybe was only at 30,000 dong.

Second bad sign: I asked the driver at that point whether the meter said 30,000 or 300,000 - and he mumbled something under his breath in Vietnamese, blatantly ignoring me.

Third bad sign: By now, we were close to the hotel (it was only a 5-minute drive away), and the taxi refused to pull into the hotel - instead; he stopped the car over a block down the street.

The meter was stopped - and it said either 45,800 or 458,000.  When I tried to give the man a 50K note - he shook his head, starting rambling in Vietnamese, and wrote on a piece of newspaper “458,000.” (over $20). At this point, Amanda and I start arguing with him - we refused to pay, saying it was too much. I told him our ride to the market only cost 35K, so how was the exact same ride back over 10x that amount?  He started getting agitated, raising his voice and consistently writing the 458K over and over again on the newspaper while starting to shout.  At one point, he took it down by 3K dong ($0.10) and wrote 455K, as if that was some kind of grand discount and should settle the matter.  Amanda and I were adamantly not paying, and we clearly told him we didn’t even have 400K and were getting out of the car.  

I tried to open my door; and it was locked.  Amanda’s was locked as well; and when we tried to toggle the lock to unlock it, it flopped uselessly back and forth; a.k.a. he had locked us in and the locks from the inside didn’t work.  At this point I panicked a little - I was glad Amanda was there, but we had no way to get out of the car. So we continued to argue - I think it’s also a good thing that both Amanda and I are very good at being very firm and very argumentative.  It ended when we were both basically like “We don’t even have 460K, so you can keep us in the car as long as you want, but you will never get that from us because it’s impossible.”  Out of nowhere, the man grabbed the 50K note I had kept trying to pay him with - and here’s the part I don’t understand - he actually pushed 4K worth of change into my hand - before unlocking the doors and telling us to get out.  Not sure why he gave change at all, but hey - not arguing. 

Overall, kind of an unnerving experience, but not wildly uncommon, from what I’ve heard. 

Fun Facts of the Day:

• Traveling through Vietnam, I’ve come to learn that it’s a pretty common backpacker/traveling thing for people to rent or buy a motorbike and drive it themselves either North to South, or South to North.  This is popular because A.) Motorbikes are incredibly inexpensive - most of them just end up selling it after their trip is over; B.) You don’t need a license or insurance or anything to own a motorbike (case in point: I could have rented a motorbike in any of the cities for only $5/day, with no proof I’ve ever been on one or know how to ride); and C.) The drive is apparently gorgeous and well-traveled enough. Next time, Vietnam.
• Beds in hostels in SE Asia are notoriously hard - like planks of wood.
• Vietnam has tiny little banh mi metal carts on every corner. Kind of like NYC hot dogs, but more prevalent and a thousand times more delicious (not hating on NYC hot dogs though, because those are delicious too).  They vary in what they'll stuff in your banh mi (sometimes an assortment of meat, sometimes paté-like stuff, different veggies), but the deliciousness is pretty consistent.  It's a real problem.

Adorably-delicious street banh mi stand

MVP of the Day:

Amanda is def my MVP of the Day.  Not only did I love meeting her and hitting it off with her and having someone fun to spend my time with, but it was beyond incredibly kind of her to let me stay in her fancy hotel with her - even going so far as to ask for an extra bed, putting my name on the room so I could check in, and letting me spend a day relaxing poolside and having the most baller breakfast of my life.  Above and beyond, she even brought me back the most delicious banh mi ever for dinner after I’d arrived.

Amanda and I in the prettiest hotel ever. Also for anyone who's interested, this is my nerdy tailor-made Taylor outfit

Hello, delicious banh mi in bed. I may have slept in crumbs all night but worth it

Honestly, I know it sounds ridiculous because I’m on this perma-vacation and my life really isn’t that hard - but when I stepped into Le Meridien, I felt like a person again (dramatic, but for serious). For a brief, glorious night - I didn't feel like backpacker Connie - always covered in grime, hauling my life around in a giant dirty backpack, worrying about locking my things up, having to rent towels and search for plugs, and sharing a room with 6 other people. It made me feel briefly like a normal, everyday human being again, and I loved and treasured it.

So for that, and for generally being awesome and fun to hang out with, and as a friend I know I will keep in touch with (and hopefully travel with again!) - you win, Amanda. 

Dalat, Vietnam, Part 2: The Second 12-Hours (Canyoning!)

Headed to Ho Chi Minh City today!  But not before I finished off my second half of my 24-hour Dalat extravaganza by going canyoning.

Canyon-jumping in Dalat

Cliffnotes of the Day:

• Woke up bright and early for canyoning.  I was picked up with 3 other guys in my hostel for an entire morning of canyon adventures (at this point, still no idea what canyoning is exactly). We drove out of town about 15 minutes, were dropped by the side of the road, and then told to hike.  Scary, downhill, no-real-path hiking.  
• Side note: All photos here on out provided by the tour company, therefore the watermark in the left-hand corner.  I'm going to title the entire adventure "Potential death and lawsuits galore.

We first got to the top of a small waterfall where the man goes, "Sit down. Sit backwards. Put head down. Now slide."  I call this "Random sliding backwards down a waterfall so you can't see where you're going and you're afraid you're going to snap your neck"

• On that note, do you know how freakishly terrifying it is for a Vietnamese guide with broken English to instruct you to do things that look like imminent death/dismemberment, and you're not really sure if he's using the wrong words or if you're misunderstanding him, and you're scared that any small misunderstanding could lead to a broken neck??  Imagine this feeling the entire day.  

Next was a 25-foot waterfall we had to canyon down (ahhh, so this is what canyoning is!).   

The guide is taking the photo from above so you can't see the angles - this waterfall was seriously straight down. And after you rappel down half of it, there's a part where the water hits a rock and goes straight into your face so you can't see anything or breathe and you just continue to rappel and hope for the best. Then the 2nd guide below tells you to let go of the rope entirely, and you're still really really high up and don't really trust him. I honestly was yelling "ARE YOU SURE?? LET GO ENTIRELY!?!?" to the 2nd guide for 5 minutes before I finally did; which makes you drop straight down into the water.  It's so unnerving to let go of the rope that the two guys after me didn't let go entirely, so they got pretty bad rope burn and wrist cuts from the rocks

• Next up was canyon-jumping!  Here, you could jump from a 7-meter ledge or an 11-meter ledge. We all did the 7-meter, which was already pretty far. The issue with the 11-meter jump (besides the fact that it's freakishly high) was that it's set far back, so you have to have a running start and leap forward to make sure you clear the cliff below and land in the water.  The four of us on the trip made a pact to all do the 11-meter jump - and note, I'm with 3 dudes here. I went first; it was ok but kind of hurt. The second guy went, and he chickened out right after his running start and hesitated a bit before jumping - therefore he barely cleared the cliff and was really close to hitting it. Cue the last two guys refusing to jump. So nobody else did it. Apparently in Britain, people don't feel a need to honor pacts. *accusing glare*

Jumping off the 11-meter cliff

• Last on the list: rappeling down a waterfall called "The Washing Machine."  This is because you rappel down half of it - then you slide down the rest, which changes directions constantly and drops you in a frothy mix of water where you're being bombarded on all sides by water and thrown about. Hence the name.

Going down The Washing Machine. Here is where I swallowed a healthy dose of river water. 

• The adventure ended as we hiked back up out of the crazy high canyon in our sopping wet clothes. Honestly, if this entire escapade was done in the States, it would be lawsuit heaven. I can't believe the amount of things we did that seemed incredibly dangerous, not to mention the lack of explanations and language barrier on top (our 2nd guide didn't even speak English!).  It was terrifying, but at the same time, it kind of got my adrenaline pumping because there are so few things we can do in the States that have this kind of risk.
• Showered and recovered, I headed out on the 8-hour bus ride to Ho Chi Minh City - in another baller night bus setup!

Awesome bus selfie. I kind of love being on the top row as well

Small cubby for your feet

MVP of the Day:
The ladies at my favorite hostel of all time in Dalat, the Dalat Alan Hostel. Not only were they adorable and sweet and helped me line up an insane amount of activities, but they genuinely seemed to care and went way out of their way to accommodate me.  I was only there for one night, but they took the time to learn my name and always greeted me with "Connie!" when I walked in.  Not only that but:

• Free communal dinners every night. It changed nightly and when I was there, they had a giant BBQ grill out front and some of the guys volunteered to grill for everyone. And it was FREE. 

Delicious grilled dinner

There is also something so friendly about a family-style meal with your entire hostel after being on the road for so long

• The morning of canyoning, the car was gonna pick me up at 6:30AM - so I set my alarm for 6:20AM - naturally, thinking I would skip breakfast (which is cooked to order by the lovely ladies) and just roll out of bed. However, around 6:15AM, one of the hostel ladies tip-toed into the room and hovered over my bed worriedly, whispering, "I just wanted to make sure you got up!"  When I blearily came downstairs, she was standing there and went "I'm so sorry!  I didn't think there was enough time for you to order breakfast so I just made you eggs!", while holding out a large steaming plate of eggs and bread (normally, we get to choose between eggs or pancakes).  I almost died. They are the cutest.  The fact that she got up to make sure I was on time and to make me breakfast was the absolute greatest.
• After I got onto the shuttle to leave the hotel and head to the bus station, all the ladies stood outside in a line and waved to me. Dying.
• I had met a guy at dinner the night before who was also headed to Ho Chi Minh City the same day I was - so we'd exchanged info to communicate about hostels and transportation and such. However, he lost my info and apparently asked the ladies at the hotel to shoot me an e-mail after I'd left.  I got this e-mail from the ladies at the hostel while I was on the bus, which started with: "You have a LOVE message!"  and then conveyed the message he'd tried to send.  HOW CUTE IS THAT.  So in love with this hostel. 

Dalat, Vietnam, Part 1: The First 12 Hours (Easy Rider Tour!)

One 16-hour bus ride later (really not too bad if you sleep 11 of the hours), I arrived in Dalat!  I only had a 24-hour period in the city because I eventually had to make it down to Ho Chi Minh City, and I chose Dalat as the midway point to stop, because I'd heard it was fun for canyoning - also given it's 16 hours from Hoi An to Dalat, and 8 hours from Dalat to Ho Chi Minh City.

Dalat: farms everywhere!

What It's All About:
Da Lat is a city in the South-Central Highlands of Vietnam (I'm now officially in the "South"!) - it's pretty high in elevation so the weather is really cool; a.k.a. I don't feel like I need a shower every 5 seconds, which is a miracle.  It's known for being a great place to hang for a bit; and popular activities include canyoning (what is canyoning exactly??) and motorbike rides through the countryside.  Obviously, I wanted to do both.


Cliffnotes of the Day:

• Rolled into town around noon - checked into my hostel, which was recommended to me by Varun (my roomie in Hoi An), and is the best hostel in the entire world. More on this later.  My first order of business was organizing a tour through Easy Rider - Easy Rider is a popular way to tour Da Lat by motorbike; it's a private tour where you ride on the back of a motorbike and a guide takes you through the sites of the city. The company was started after the war when some Vietnamese people wanted to visit the rest of their country to places that were previously inaccessible pre-reunification. They started offering rides on their motorbikes through the countryside as a way to earn additional money, and now it's a great way to explore.
• My guide picked me up 10 minutes after I'd arrived. We proceeded to spend the day hitting up all the sites they shuttle all tourists to:

I think this is the dragon temple? 

Baby Buddha; who was apparently created by divine conception as well! #twinsies

Riding on the back of a motorbike

Dalat is pretty because there are veggie gardens everywhereeee

I got a really old guide so he dropped me off at the bottom of a hill, instructed me to climb up it for a view of Dalat, and told me he'd meet me on the other side at the bottom

Then it started to monsoon as we were riding. I invented a fun game to play called "river or road?" (this is a road)

Then we got to a coffee farm. I am modeling a giant rain-repelling polka-dot muumuu my guide so graciously provided me

Coffee plants everywhere. The story is back when the French were occupying Vietnam, they'd grow coffee plants but forbade Vietnamese people from having any land or coffee beans themselves. However, weasels would go through and eat the beans and then pass them through - so the Vietnamese would gather the excrement, fish out the beans, and grow their own coffee. It was a loophole since they weren't buying or stealing the coffee beans outright.  And obviously, the story goes that when the French tried the Vietnamese coffee, they thought it was the tastiest (because of juices in the weasels' stomachs or something). So now they grow and still sell "weasel coffee", which is basically grown from coffee beans that have passed through a weasel.

Weasels! Tons of them at the coffee farm

Weasel coffee comes in many different flavors

Of course I tried a cup because when in Rome... but it tasted no different to me. World's worst coffee connoisseur; present. 

Next up, the silk factory! Fact: silkworms are super super creepy - they're like squishy-feeling and they move so creepily

But I still felt a little sorry for them when I found out they're boiled alive to maintain the integrity of the silk cocoons they spin (because normally they'd bite through to get out)

Next up, Elephant Waterfalls!  Because the rock in front is shaped like an elephant

Another example of when my guide dropped me off, told me to hike til I got to the falls, then turned back to snooze on his motorbike until I returned

Then a rice wine village. This is the rice fermenting. These pictures are thrilling, I know.

My guide: "this is where the Americans sprayed Agent Orange, the poisonous gas, to weed out all the Vietnamese" 

Cows in the road

My guide: "And then this is where all the Americans napalm-bombed us after they ran out of money to use Agent Orange"

And then we went to a rock quarry, where we watched workers break all the rocks by hand

And then to a place called Flower Village, because after the Dutch came when Vietnam was opened to tourism, the Vietnamese people learned how to grow all these flowers. There's an entire village that has dozens of flower farms, which they all export

Is this a daisy? Also world's worst flower expert; present.

Rose piles for export

Then a pagoda my guide nicknamed "The Crazy Catholic Pagoda", where a monk had raised money to build a temple - after he raised the money, he converted to Catholicism.....which believe it or not, kind of pissed off his donators. But it's this crazy building that's super Asian and pagoda-y - and then at the top of the gate, IS THAT BABY J??

Another part of the pagoda....and at the top, a Catholic cross

I only took this photo of a rando house because houses in Dalat are all super weird and French-looking 

Last stop (I promise I will put you out of your misery now), is a building some famous guy's daughter built after she went and studied Dali's buildings in Spain. So it's very Dali-esque. You can also stay here because it's a hotel.

• The day was exhausting, especially after coming off a 16-hour bus.  So for the first time ever, I was responsible and went to bed early!  

I feel like I have to add a side note because while the day was fun, this post is likely horrendously boring - I was even horrendously bored having to write it.  Apologies. But tomorrow is canyoning, which is likely much more exciting because it involves tempting death and life-threatening, adrenaline-pumping situations. Stay tuned.