Goa & Hampi

Nick and I spent 4 days and 3 nights in Goa. Our guidebook described the beaches we visited; Palolem, Agonda and Patnem as hippie backpacker chill outs with cheap bungalows, drugs, and silent (headphone) dance parties. That is the definition of what Nick and I try to avoid, however everyone talks about Goa and we figured we should go.

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Agonda, Goa

We arrived in April and to our pleasant surprise it was dead. Visiting during off-season we enjoyed abandoned towns, quiet beaches and spending time doing absolutely nothing. We hadn’t realized it had been months since we just stopped and relaxed, and it was needed. We met up with our friends form Angola and spent our time eating mediocre tourist food, playing Uno, setting off fireworks, swimming in the ocean and just hanging out.

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After taking a sleeper bus to Hampi it reaffirmed our love for India’s rail transit. In the 2 months we’ve spent in India we will have spent 6 overnights on trains. The system is cheap (subsidized), efficient, and comfortable. We’ve met so many wonderful people on the trains and at the stations. Nick and I have a blast arriving to a city and figuring out the train, tuktuk, Uber, plane and bus systems.

Visiting India during the off-season has been wonderful, however the heat was hard. It’s been on average 105-110 degrees and we haven’t had ac in 3 weeks. We wake up in the middle of night sweating; try taking a cold shower, only to find that the water is turned off. It feels like my clothes are consistently damp, however the perks of the off-season outweigh the heat by a hundred fold.

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Hampi

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We spent time in Hampi exploring the ancient ruins dating from the 11th – 13th century. In the 16th century, this now World Heritage Site was once a thriving capital home to 500,000 individuals. My favorite artifact was a large granite Ganesh, while nick liked the elephant stables in the Zenana Enclosure. We saw many young females with shaved heads and learned that it’s common when traveling to Hampi to offer your hair to the temples. The town was quant, empty, meatless and alcohols free. Every morning locals painted the street in front of their home with cow feces and water to welcome guests. We were told that Hindus believe cows resemble their mothers as their provide nourishment to their fields, thus cow fertilizer is sacred.

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Stone Chariot

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Elephant Stables
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“Take my family’s photo.”

 

The ruins were thought provoking but what I thought made Hampi magical was its landscape. A sea of round granite boulders with beautiful cracks engulfed yellow planes with palm trees. It resembled a scene from Jurassic park. Nick and I spent 2 days bouldering, as it is world famous for its problems. However, since we seem to have lost most of our climbing strength and the blistering sun made it difficult, we didn’t spend too much time on the rocks. It is obvious why travelers (climbers specifically) could spend months in Hampi.

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Bouldering in Hampi
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Crashing on crash pads

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We met our friends from Angola again and it had been nice seeing familiar faces throughout India. We rented bicycles and were told to bike 3 km along the river to spend the afternoon swimming in waterfalls. Needless to say, the next few hours we wandered around banana plantations, got lost in the desert, cooled off in a lagoon (thankfully no crocodiles were spotted) and we reached the falls only to find rocks. It seemed like the bike rental shop and all of the locals along the way forgot to mention the water dries up during the spring. After flipping over the handlebars of my bike and scrapping up my hands we ended the evening with some Uno before taking a sleeper train to Bangaluru.

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Goan Eats:

The Cafe – set veg breakfast, amazing.

New world – expensive organic/veg restaurant, we enjoyed a delectable paneer steak

Little world – cheap tourist food

Feni (cashew liquor) – try the local cashew nuts, cachew fruit or alcohol made from the fruit

Hospet (Hosapete) Eats:

Udupi Sri Krishna Bhavan (across from the bus stand) – impeccable. The set dosa cost 45 R (70 cents) or try some idlis (spongy round fermented rice cake) and vada (fried dough) for breakfast.

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Breakfast Idly and Vada
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Breakfast Puri
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Half eaten set dosa with coriander coconut chutney

Hampi Eats:

Mango Tree – the special thali is huge (130 R)

Laughing Buddha – great hangout overlooking the river

Bangkok

Bangkok, the mother of Southeast Asian cities. Nick and I spent 4 days in Bangkok over the course of a month. We flew from Mandalay, Myanmar to Bangkok, worked our way south by land to Singapore, then spent 2 days in Bangkok as a connection when flying from Singapore to Calcutta, India.

Bangkok was definitely the most developed southeast Asian city we visited before Kuala Lumpur and Singapore. The traffic was hectic and we found the taxis, trains, and buses all unorganized. Similar to Western culture the consumer focused society was obvious. Locals and foreigners alike flooded in and out of enormous shopping malls and shopped not out of neccessity but luxury. Advertisements for Listerine (what would have been unfathomable in Myanmar) were plastered on the walls of the sky train and “massage parlors” could be found every 50 feet. Although we had a good time in Bangkok, it didn’t live up to it’s hype. I’ve listed some of our highlights below:

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The Grand Palace & Emerald Buddha – Although quite expensive and touristed, Nick and I spent an afternoon touring the Royal Palace and Emerald Buddha. The temples inside of the complex were intricate, regal and lavish (but not gaudy). The number of tourists were overwhelming and we soon learned that the thousands of Thai tourists dressed in black were there, waiting in queues to pay respects to the king. 3 months after Bhumibol Adulyadej’s death, it still hung in the air. The Thai people were in a year of mourning. The king’s face was on t-shirts, billboards, banners, posters and statues all reminding the people of his good deeds.

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The gallery and Ramakien story

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Later, we took a boat across the river, saw the Hindu Temple of Dawn and a more quaint Bangkok. We roamed the old town and stumbled upon another amazing market. My favorite things in Bangkok included getting lost, the delicious food and the transgender community.

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Khaosan Road – Young drunk western tourists. This 3 block strip consisted of bars, live music and street food. It looked the same as a college bar street. 5 friends sat around a table drinking overpriced beers taking in the scene, however the scene was a little different. The difference, locals walked down the street selling balloons full of laughing gas, scorpions on sticks, and tickets to “ping-pong” shows. Transgendered females wore short skirts and were grinding to dub step. Dreadlocks, cornrows, henna, ice cream and ” I love Khaosan Road” t-shirts were all sold. The scene reminded me a bit of the New Jersey shore.

Chinatown – Nick and I wandered through Chinatown and watched as the locals prepared for Chinese New Year. Special clothing, decorations, firecrackers and foods were being sold. We passed vendors selling dumplings, teas, spices, and indulged in homemade popcicles. Some of the flavors included: Black bean in sticky rice, taro, sticky rice and mango, durian, Thai tea, banana in coconut milk, coconut custard, mung bean, Thai muskmelon in coconut milk, longan in sticky rice, tamarind, pumpkin in coconut milk, pink milk, grass jelly, corn, and Thai custard.

On the way back to our guesthouse we decided to take a ferry down Bangkoks’s canal, known as the “Venice of Asia”. The cool water misted our faces until the locals abruptly pulled a lever that raised a plastic curtain. Ahhh, the canal was Bangkok’s sewer. We began to smell it and see the holes from the cement walls feeding into the river. There was garbage and street art and although not the most romantic, we were pleased to have had the experience.

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“Venice of Asia”
“Sewer of Asia”

Food- Bangkok came alive at night. As soon as the sun set, countless night markets opened selling pad thai, mango sticky rice, fresh fruit, fresh fruit juice, fresh fruit smoothies, fried chicken, processed meat on sticks, bao, corn on the cob, and waffles. Some of the markets, especially the weekend farmers market, had a hipster vibe. Thais sure know how to eat.

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Yangon (Rangoon)

After running with our bags to catch the 12:35 train to Yangon, Nick and I boarded the car covered in sweat. It took 6 hours to make the 107 mile journey topping out at 31 mph. Although it felt like we could run faster, it gave us time to soak in our surroundings. Nick and I have been constantly stared at in Myanmar, but the stares quickly turn to smiles and we befriended a handful of local passengers on the train. Men and woman walk the cars selling quail eggs, oranges, grilled fish, peanut brittle, cigarettes, powdered coffee, and betel nut until their baskets are empty. Woman balance these large baskets on their head and jump from car to car. Our new friends bought nick and I corn which was the favorite snack among the locals. The huge yellow cob of corn was sweet and juicy. We also tried white and purple corn which had hardy kernels that were extremely starchy and filling. Nick and I watched kids from every town come to the tracks to wave as the train passed. It seemed like it was their daily form of entertainment. Young boys would bike their sisters down and they would just stare as we passed by. As we approached Yangon we gazed out our windows speechless as we passed by fields of garbage and dilapidated inner city complexes.

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Yangon was an interesting colonial city. Unlike Phenom Penh, there were huge side walks, parks, railways and relatively organized traffic. I could imagine a time when this city was thriving but now it felt as if there were few updates since British rule. It was undeveloped, but in a different way than Cambodia or Laos. The smell of human waste and fish oil seemed to follow us. Betel nut stations were found on every corner. Locals watered the street in front of their homes and storefronts every evening to reduce dust and vats of public drinking water could be found every hundred feet. Somehow we had amazing luck with the public bus system. Although we had no information before getting on any bus, somehow we were able to predict the routes based on major city roads. We were clearly an uncommon occurrence for the locals.

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Betel Nut

During our time in Yangon Nick and I visited Shwedagon Paya, Myanmar’s main stupa which was part of a larger complex (82 other buildings). We visited a St. Mary’s Cathedral and the large Bogyoke Aung San Market. We celebrated Myanmar’s Independence Day at People’s Park with a chocolate milkshake (powdered chocolate milk, shaken) and on what appeared to be the country’s only rollercoaster. Although this may have not been the safest decision we’ve made on our travels, we laughed at the scene. Hundreds of locals watched in fear, gasping, as the cars flipped upside. There seemed to be a line of 10 people so we patiently waited our turn. When we were next, somehow 30 people pushed and shoved in front of us and we had to wait 3 rounds. We also lost at the pushing game while riding the city trains, Nick and I will have to improve on this before India!

Favorite Yangon Eats: Indian Chief, Aung Thukha and Lucky Seven.

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Independence Day Celebrations
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Dragon Boat Pagoda
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Quail Egg Street Food

Dong Ha & Hue

After 2 consecutive nights spent on a sleeper bus, Nick and I arrived to Dong Ha at 5am in the pouring rain. We were welcomed to Central Vietnam with the beginning of the rainy season.

Most tourists visit the caves in Dong Hoi, however due to flooding, Nick and I headed to nearby Dong Ha to visit the demilitarized zone (DMZ). This 6 mile stretch divides the north and south and millions of tons of ordinances were dropped here during the American War. It is estimated that about 1/3 did not explode. At the Mine Action Visitor Center, we saw various cartoons created to educated children on the dangers of these explosives. Every year hundreds of people are killed and injured, mostly children and ethnic minority groups. As always, learning and remembering war is heavy on the heart.

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Vietnamese Propaganda Poster

In 1966, just north of the DMZ, the villagers of Vinh Moc carved an extensive tunnel system to escape aerial and artillery attacks. These tunnels are 40- 75 feet below the surface and are extremely elaborate with 13 entrances. We met 1 of the 17 children born in the tunnels and can only imagine the life lived in the dark damp earth. As we walked to and from the caves we passed multiple craters from American artilery explosions.

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Vinh Mac Tunnels

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Man pointing to himself as a child living in the tunnels

We purchased tickets for the 8am train from Dong Ha to Hue (pronounced ‘Hway’), however as always, things don’t go as planned. The train was not running (the reason lost in translation) and the next bus (that should be running hourly) would not leave for another 12 hours. So, Nick and I sat on the side of the highway and drank coffee. To our surprise, we were able to flag down a small van with a sign that read Hue. After overpaying and getting squished in with 22 locals we arrived in Hue, welcomed by another torrential downpour.

The main attractions in Hue are the citadel and tombs, however to see these one must pay almost half of Nick and I’s daily budget. Neither of us were extremely interested so we decided to rent a motorbike and take ourselves on a self guided tour of free attractions and food. The food in Hue has been the best on our travels thus far. The influence of the north and south make for fresh and spicy dishes.

Stacia and Nick’s Scenery Tour

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Thien Mu Pagoda – Behind this Pagoda you can see the car that Thich Quang Duc (monk) drove on June 11, 1963. When he arrived in Ho Chi Minh City, he got out of his car, sat in lotus position and self-immolated himself to protest the governments discrimination against Buddhists. This story has become a part of the communist party’s propaganda machine.

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Dong Ba Market – A 2 story market complex with individuals selling produce, sweets and clothing. This is a must visit in Hue.

Hue Walking Street – A relaxing walking street along the Perfume River lit up by laterns. Enjoy street food and tourist shops.

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Perfume River

Gia Long Tomb – This tomb, of the first emperor to unite Vietnam and move the capital to Hue, is off the beaten track.

Ho Quyen – This is an overgrown stone arena where elephants and tigers would fight (1830-1904) as a royal pastime. As elephants often represented royalty, the tigers teeth and claws would be removed to ensure defeat.

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Stacia and Nick’s Food Tour

Hang Me Me- Order the Banh Beo (royal rice cakes topped with shrimp and pig fat) and Banh Nam. These are local specialties and unique eats.

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Com Hen- Order the com hen (rice, herbs and oysters) or bun hen (noodles, herbs and oysters). I ordered the bun hen (without the hen) and it was one of the most flavorful dishes I have had. I also ordered an unknown desert drink which ended up being sweet corn with milk and rice.

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$0.44 bun hen (without the hen)

Che Hue – Women line the street selling che hue, sweets served over ice (purple sweet potato, sweet bean paste, coconut milk, tapioca pudding, banana, etc.). Street vendors also sell varieties of sticky rice, sweet potato with sweet coconut milk/ peanut crumbs, spongey coconut rice cakes, and banh cha (sweet waffles shaped like fish).

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Banh Cha

Lien Hoa – Maybe I am biased, but this was my favorite meal in Vietnam. At this Buddhist vegetarian restaurant we enjoyed fried jackfruit, banh beo, mecan (wheat gluten), spring rolls and sweet porridge.

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Fried jackfruit with sesame

Bun Bo Hue – A local dish similar to bun cha in Hanoi except with beef, fried oysters and lemon grass.

Banh Khoai – A local dish, fried rice crepes filled with pork, shrimp and bean sprouts.

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Juan Thai Phu – We ordered the famous bun thit nuong (grilled pork with vermicelli, herbs and peanuts)

Mandarin Cafe – Enjoy a coffee while flipping through binders of Mr. Cu’s remarkable Vietnamese portraits.

 

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Navigating Northern Vietnam

Nick and I love our new life on the road. We are having a blast getting lost, eating among cockroaches, sleeping in $6 guesthouses, drinking tea, being vulnerable, haggling, trying new things and sharing smiles with strangers. However, Vietnam has been challenging for us in 2 unique ways, we are overwhelmed by the number of tourists and exhausted by the scams. Maybe because Nick and I came from desolate Mongolia and aren’t use to seeing so many Westerners or maybe because it is clear that some of the locals have been exposed to mass quantities of tourists, it has been hard to adjust. In addition, it’s tiring when we have to avoid being taken advantage of financially numerous times throughout a day. Okay, keep this in mind, put on your tourist blinders and let’s explore the wonders of Northern Vietnam (Sapa, Bac Ha and the Ha Giang Province).

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Playing by the river in Coc Pang

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Harvesting rice in Coc Pang

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Sapa

Nick and I took the 6am “sleeper” bus from Hanoi to Sapa ($8.50 pp – 7 hours). Although, rather comfortable for anyone 5.3″ and under, we recommend taking it during the day as the view coming into Sapa is remarkable. 

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Sapa sits on top of tall karsts covered in lush green rice terraces, next to a plunging valley. The town itself is a tourist pit, built as a “trekking” base for tourists. After dropping off our bags at a guesthouse, Nick and I set out for a short hike to Cat Cat Village. The colorful traditional clothing and exquisite jewelry worn by woman from the surrounding hill tribes was unique and gorgeous. While in Sapa we splurged on delicious $4 honey lemongrass tofu at Nature’s View and enjoyed getting local at the late night bbq stands.

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I’d like to name my next dog Tofu. Thoughts?

The true beauty of this area lays in the surrounding villages. Nick and I planned only to spend 1 night, however since we were ahead of schedule we decided to do the typical homestay. Within 5 minutes of making our decision, we were approached by Mama Kurr and began trekking to her village (Black Hmong People). It took us 4 hours to hike up and over the mountains to her home. Along the way, we stopped at a waterfall and were shown marijuana and indigo dye plants. Mama Kurr had me rub some green plant leaves and water together and within minutes my hands were stained dark blue. This plant is used to dye fabrics, although in the West we use a synthetic compound most commonly used in jeans, the black Hmong still use this organic option. It’s fascinating how removed Westerns are from our natural resources (using marijuana for hemp, organic dyes, and harvesting rice).

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Indigo Dye plant

*Pause, side note: Tourism is interesting; on one hand I understand that I am part of the problem, a fortunate westerner who wants to see the unexplored. However, watching 7 year old village children approaching you like zombies rehearsing “1 for 5,000 – 2 for 10” and knowing that their parents are having them skip school to sell to tourists is heartbreaking. Sure, travel sustainable and give back to local communities, however is there anything else we can do to protect the beautiful people and places that are rapidly changing?

After hiking through through rice fields, we arrived at Mama Kurr’s house. The view from her “patio” was breath taking and we enjoyed drinking coffee and reading while taking it all in. The rice had recently been harvested (about 3 weeks prior) and the daily fog had settled in the valley. We played with her grandchildren and puppies and watched the pigs and chickens roam in the vacant terraces. The water buffalo observed us as we helped to prepare a delicious dinner over an open pit fire.

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Bac Ha

The next day we returned to Sapa and caught a bus to Lai Cai then another on to Bac Ha. Nick found a homestay on coachsurfing and we had a great time hanging out with a local family. We had dinner, attended the night market (traditional dance and song) and stopped for delicious chè trôi nuóc (rice flour balls in sweet ginger sesame seed tea) to end the evening.

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Homestay with Huy Trung and family
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Fishing for star fish at the night market
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The next morning Nick and I went to the Bac Ha market where local hill tribe people sold produce, water buffalo, puppies (meat?), handmade crafts, and buhn nem. The market was huge and by 10:00 packed with foreigners and locals alike. We headed 6 km out of town to the Lung Phin market where we were the only foreigners in site. This gave us a feel for what a local market actually looks like. Unfortunately, it was apparent that the local community was not thrilled by our presence.

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Hmong woman at the Bac Ha Sunday market

After the markets, we headed to Ha Giang where Nick and I rented a motorcycle to explore the most northern part of Vietnam (we strongly recommend renting from QT Motorbikes & Tour). We had a blast exploring the Ha Giang area as the next day we would set off for a longer loop. We were able to see uncut rice fields that blew in the wind and spotted a waterfall. We made it our mission to swim under the waterfall and after an hour or so of wandering in rice terraces we were rewarded with refreshing water.

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The next 3 days on the bike have been our favorite experience in Vietnam thus far. The first day was extremely cloudy and rainy. We drove up and over some (what we imagine) remarkable passes and Nick did a great job driving bumpy single lane mountain roads. We edged passed semi trucks, saw the aftermath of a bike accident and had to go around some nerve racking blind turns (don’t worry Mom and Dad we were safe!). However, we were rewarded by beautiful views, rice terraces and limestone mountains covered with vegetation. And greeted with hellos, waves and high fives from local kids.

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Ordering in a small village is always a show

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Tram Ton Pass

We spent the night in Dong Van where we explored the old quarter, a cluster of tradition Hmong houses converted into small shops and restaurants. The next day we biked over beautiful mountain passes and spent the night in Coc Pang. This small village (don’t blink or you’ll miss it) was our absolute favorite stop. We felt extremely removed from the tourist loop and welcomed by the community. We were able to share smiles and laughs  with locals while walking around town and were even invited to help a family harvest rice. The rice was cut, separated and cleaned while the family thought Nick and I were hilarious. This time in Coc Pang made the entire northern loop worth it. We know it is jealous to want an experience without foreigners, but it’s nice to get away from the crowds!

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Dzao woman herding water buffalo

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We headed back to Ha Giang, took a sleeper bus to Hanoi and now are off to Dong Ha and the DMZ. Stay tuned!

Hungry in Hanoi

After spending 45 days in snowy Mongolia, Nick and I were excited for some fresh food and warm weather. We spent 3 days exploring Hanoi and our stomachs were reset and elated. My college friend, Sarah works in Hanoi and we had a blast seeing a friendly face and staying at her quiet apartment. Thanks Sarah!!!!

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We landed at the airport and Nick quickly navigated the city bus as taxis cost about $20 to Hanoi. The bus is extremely easy, clean, and only costs $0.31 USD/ 7,000 D per ride. Once you sit down, you’ll be approached by a ticket man who will collect your money in exchange for a paper ticket.

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Hanoi is a charming city, bustling with motorbikes, a growing art scene, and ample amounts of foreign influence (French baguettes and architecture, Japanese mochi and matcha, and English speakers). The sidewalks are littered with plastic stools and woman selling noodles and sweets.

We enjoyed exploring the old quarter, West Lake and walking along the ceramic mosaic mural. From the mural you can see the Long Bien Bridge, this bridge was bombed multiple times by the U.S. and stopped when US POWs were put to work to repair the structure. The bridge symbolizes the strength of the people of Hanoi.

 

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Long Bien Bridge

The Vietnamese Women’s Museum was extremely informative and impactful, I would recommend it to any traveler. After, we visited the Hoa Lo Prison Museum “Hanoi Hilton”, Temple of Literature, and Presidential Palace. Below is a collection of portraits I most appreciated from the Women’s Museum. Click on the photos to be directed to the photographer’s website. 

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Ho Chi Minh Museum

Fruit heaven: Dragon fruit, mangosteen, star apple (milk fruit), rambutan, durian, pamelo, longan, mango, pineapple, strawberries, bananas, and green oranges (lychee and jackfruit seasons have unfortunately come and gone).

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Rambutan

Best eats:

  • State Run Food Shop No. 37 is an absolute must! This restaurant recreates what it was like during the communist era (4 USD pp/ 100,000 D). After you order you are given replicated ration coupons that you pay for before being served. We enjoyed fried tofu, greens, fried rice and cabbage water soup as a finale (pallet cleanser). The fried rice was wonderful as it’s a home style dish my grandfather use to make. This rice sticks to the bottom of the pan (upturned dome) to become crispy browned rice, it is then ripped apart and dipped in a salty sauce. 

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  • Enjoy Vietnamese coffee while soaking in the view of the old quarter and lake (Hô Hoàn Kiêm) at Ca Phe Pho Co. It’s a little tricky to find, however once you walk through a passageway of a silk store you’ll see a bar (order here) then climb a few staircases up to a terrace that overlooks the city. 

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  • Xoi Yen offers a cheap and hardy breakfast of sticky rice, corn, corn meal dried onions and optional meat (1 USD pp). 

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  • Bun Cha Nem Cha Be Dac Kim – enjoy Bun Cha (pork) or Bun Nem (vegi option) combining, broth, rice noodles, and herbs ($2.67 USD/ 60,000 D).
  • Banh Mì 25, delicious French baguettes with ground pork and vegetables ($0.66 USD/ 15,000 D – vegi options available) 
  • The Unicorn’s Pho Cocktail, delicious and involves fire ($6.68 USD).
  • The Pan Pacific (the old Sofitel Plaza) – take the elevators on the left and head up to the 19th floor. Take stairs up to the rooftop bar and soak in the sunset.

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