Happy new year from Hanoi, Vietnam! We can't wait to see what the new year offers up!
Just after the countdown, you can hear Casey break into laughter and say "That's disgusting!". She is referring to the two guys who stripped to their underwear and jumped in the nice-from-a-distance Hoan Kiem Lake, pictured below. Up close, as you might gather from her comment, it's not quite as inviting.
A couple posts back, Casey shared an audio clip recorded during our ride from Pleiku, Vietnam, to Quy Nhơn, the coastal town in central Vietnam that is probably far more active in the summer than it is in mid-December. Our overnight stop in Pleiku would be sort of forgettable were it not for the spectacular cup of coffee we randomly happened upon there; one that we've been trying to replicate in its slow steep, chocolatey richness ever since and one that made perfect sense as we watched the sidewalks roll by on our way to Quy Nhơn. Every inch of sidewalk or yard in front of every house for mile upon mile was covered in robusta coffee beans (trivia: Vietnam is the largest exporter of Robusta beans in the world) drying in the sun.
Quy Nhơn itself is a post-war Soviet rebuild that, while featuring some beautiful coastline, was a sort of funny mix of Vietnamese style, with a definite Russian undertone; its monuments, a good amount of the architecture, and the sprawling layout taking us back to our time in Poland and Bucharest. We ended up walking a lot farther than expected the day we arrived due to not one, but both of the maps we had looking deceivingly walkable, and spent the following days a little more open to the idea of taking a moto taxi one or both ways. The weather, slightly chilly with an ever present ocean mist in the air, was quite a welcome (and dare I say, comforting?) change from Thailand and Cambodia's heat, despite successfully canceling out any ocean swimming ambitions we might have had.
If Pleiku will stick in our memories for that one coffee, Quy Nhơn will forever be there for introducing us to Banh Beo. Casey found it on a solo excursion one day, tucked in a side street under an almost collapsing tin roof with the friendliest family serving it underneath. We returned together the next day as they worked to prop up the roof and keep the rain from putting the cooking fire out, and proceeded to enjoy six little bowls of the thin steamed rice flour cakes decorated with dried shrimp, peanuts, cilantro, chives, chili paste and the small garlic we came to know in Thailand. Hard to describe in writing, so here's a picture, though it won't possibly convey how delicious they are.
This delectable little dish also proved an important key once we got to Hoi An, a rather harried five hour trip later that tied our Nepal record of Ten More People Than Seats In The Minibus. It was easy, after spending a few days in Quy Nhơn's less welcoming environs, for both of us to quickly take to the more touristy, though still remarkably charming city of Hoi An. It's a major stop on the tourist route, though still small enough that it doesn't seem to matter - the main draws being the amount and beauty of architecture that wasn't destroyed in the war and the plethora of tailor shops waiting to give you a day turnaround on pretty much any kind of clothing you can come up with. We had known this coming in and, despite dropping the ball on taking pictures of our new duds before shipping them off, left with a new suit for me (my first and only) and a new jacket for Casey, acquired between our visits to the historic old town sites and the worthwhile, yet souvenir afflicted market. What's most important about this story comes back to Banh Beo.
After randomly walking into a tailor shop that had a suit coat that caught my eye, we spent a while contemplating and chatting with the two friendly ladies that owned the shop, Lai and Diep. On our way out the door we asked if there was a good place to get some of our new favorite morsel and Lai erupted with laughter - either at our pronunciation, knowledge that Banh Beo exists or maybe both - and declared that if we came back the following day she'd take us to the best place. She didn't lie. She took our measurements and helped us choose our stitching and piping colors, then handed over the keys to her moto to me, instructed Casey to hop on with her, and led us to a house in an alleyway filled with people chowing down, the little bowls stacked high. Fairly different in their dressings from the version we had in Quy Nhơn, they were no less delicious and helped us get to know Lai enough that, twenty four hours and two suit fittings (yes, two in twenty four hours) we found ourselves sitting down with her to another local specialty, Banh Xeo.
All of this is details but, I think, serves to illustrate the experience we've had in Vietnam so far regarding the people and the experiences. The countryside has been nothing but beautiful and we've shared more laughs, smiles and jokes here than in Thailand and Cambodia combined, despite the unfortunate shared history that we, as Americans, share with the Vietnamese. Before arriving, we'd met and read about many who had found Vietnam to be less than friendly with only a couple reports to the contrary - another sterling example that, in traveling as in life, negative pre-judgements are a waste of time, save for the idea that they perhaps lower expectations which can then raise the effort put in and received.
After our second fitting, we boxed up our clothes for them to be shipped home and the next morning boarded a bus (an ever so strange sleeper bus, well actually two if you consider the transfer we were all inexplicably subjected to thirty minutes into our ride) to take us again north up the coast to Hue. Driving through town we passed the tailor shop where Lai, outside sweeping the sidewalk, happened to look up in time to see Casey waving through the window. A smile and a wave returned with enthusiasm and sincerity effectively sealed our parallel feelings towards the country in which we currently find ourselves.
Hi!This is just a quick note to alert people of a couple new things around here. My friend Nathan at Manufactory Design gave us a swell Christmas present in helping give the site a little update.
The obvious changes are in the full sized photos and, if you're on a mobile device, that the sidebar gets swapped to the bottom offering more priority to the actual content. The maybe not so obvious ones are that you can now login to leave comments via social media as well as access the comments via the little talk bubble at the top right corner of each post. Some smaller tweaks will be ironed out soon enough. Fun!
We'll leave this post at the top for a bit to make sure everyone sees it, so be sure to scroll down to see other new posts as they arrive. Much love, eli & casey
A moody Vietnamese ballad and the reverberations of our minibus, accompanied by low clouds, dark green hills and coffee beans drying by the roadside. Expand this one minute clip into three hours time and you have our travels from Pleiku to Quy Nhon.
Location:Pleiku, Vietnam
Since most visitors don't seem to spend more than a couple days in Ban Lung, we were several times mistaken for long term workers. By way of meeting a couple girls from Norway and Sweden, we learned that what that means for the most part is people coming to work in the schools or hospitals that work with the local hill tribe minorities. Their five day work weeks in the even more rural jungle areas are topped off with weekends in the city and all the creature comforts that has to offer. We met them at a small bakery with some truly excellent banana bread cake. The rest of the economy of the area seems largely focused on either the market or tourist services to visit the aforementioned waterfalls, lakes, and treks to visit the hill tribes.
Location:An Dương Vương, Qui Nhơn, Vietnam
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