Enter our decision to go to Vietnam for a week.
Many English teachers in Taiwan choose to go to Thailand for their primary vacation. It is sort of the place to go for a cheap, sun, sand and adventure-filled vacation. It was almost for that reason alone that we chose to go to Vietnam. We wanted to see something off the beaten path. We had seen Vietnam on many different lists of "up and coming destinations" so we decided we wanted to go somewhere that was relatively unspoiled. I am not sure what we thought that meant at the time we bought our tickets, but I know that our expectations were inaccurate.
We flew to Ho Chi Minh City on March 7th. (Ho Chi Minh was formally known as Saigon, but its name was changed after the North Vietnamese defeated the South and the Americans.) This is a city of nine million, so we were expecting the usual sprawling, maze-like airport that one finds in such large cities. This was our first indicator that we were definitely moving into foreign territory. Not only were there very few people in the international airport, but it was also really small. We got our visas, went through immigration, got our bag and went through customs in less than half an hour. It would take you that long to find your baggage claim at the Seattle airport...
We walked across the street to the domestic airport, which only had 10 gates, and caught our flight to the island of Phu Quoc. After an hour flight we found ourselves standing in a very small cement building next to the airstrip looking for a taxi to get to our hotel. So like I said, we wanted to go somewhere off the beaten path...a little out there. We realized after five minutes in the taxi that we had arrived. There are very few paved roads on Phu Quoc. In fact the major road with all the hotels and resort-like places was not paved. Also, driving here was something more bizarre than what we had seen in Taiwan. In Vietnam, you always drive with one hand on the wheel and one on the horn. By "on the horn" I mean, that you have your hand pressing the horn almost constantly so you can be as loud as you can.
Our taxi stopped after crossing a small bridge and a huge dirt pile. I noticed a sign on A4 paper that said, "Beach Club"-- our hotel. We made a three point turn to get onto the narrow, dirt bike path/road and stopped when we could go no further.
We had arrived. This is pretty much the entire hotel, plus an open-air restaurant.
Here is the hotel restaurant.
So we walked to a Vietnam Airlines office and bought a ticket to Hanoi (about as far north as you could fly from where we were). The next day we were off.
Hanoi is the capital of Vietnam and it is considered to be Vietnam's "first city." To be honest, upon our arrival, seeing the city at first was like a firm exhaust-and-noise-filled punch in the face. After the near silence of Phu Quoc, Hanoi's noise and traffic was tough to handle. But once we found our hotel and settled in, we saw that this city was unlike anywhere we had been before.
At one point, Vietnam had been occupied by the French for a couple of hundred years. The result of this is lots of French archetectual influence and even a "French Quarter" in Hanoi. We were used to the tall, narrow boxes of Taiwanese cities...not this:
This was one of the several major cave systems within the various islands;
This turned out to be a blessing in disguise. We were able to trade in our train tickets and we bought plane tickets to Nha Trang. It was a place we looked past at first because we had heard it was overrun with tourists and that was the one thing we were trying to avoid. However, after the bustle and noise of the city, we were looking forward to lying on a beach for one more day...even if there we lots of tourists there.
Honestly, it could not have been better. It was a great lesson that every description is relative to the place being described. That is to say "crowded and touristy" will mean one thing in Taiwan, but something else in Vietnam. I imagine there are times when Nha Trang is busy, but it was a perfect conclusion for our trip.
This is the first picture we took from our hotel:
One thing I failed to mention at this point was Vietnamese coffee. They serve it short, strong, with a little bit of condensed milk and often to you on the side of the road. Here I am drinking a cup on a blue stool next to the road.
We flew back to Ho Chi Minh Saturday morning then back to Taiwan. It was an odd sensation sitting on the airplane, flying back to Taiwan and feeling strangely comfortable among the Chinese speakers again. We were going back to civilization that we knew. Back from a very foreign place to a more familiar foreign place.