Friday 20 July 2007

Here today, Saigon tomorrow

I should have written this post yesterday for the headline to be true, but I only came up with it this morning and, in a George Dubbya war report type way, decided it was too brilliant not to use because of a thing like accuracy. I'm in Mui Ne on the south coast about 3 hours from Saigon, but I'm jumping on a bus in a few hours and will be there by 5pm. So I pick up the story leaving Hanoi a week ago.

It's a one hour flight down to Hue; about half way down the east coast. We catch the local bus number 17 from Hanoi to Noi Bai (the airport). Every hotelier and tour person we speak to says this will be very busy and take too long and ordinarily I'd listen, follow their advice and blow $10 on a taxi. But having had no problems with the number 17 last week when I met Amanda-Sue I adopt my traditional, arrogant position and do what I do best - ignore local advice and go with my own opinion. As it turns out they are all wrong and the bus journey is easier than any taxi journey(and you know I'll be using that little victory for weeks). The flight is an Airbus A321. Without me even asking the check-in girl puts me next to the emergency exit in an extended leg-room seat. She can only be about 5' so I must look freakishly tall. But the emergency exits in an A321 don't have windows and I'm forced to fly blind for the hour journey. I realise I'm not the one doing the flying and therefore, strictly speaking, don't require a window, but without one the plane seems even more like a coffin than normal. To add to my woes the captain is obviously a junior and a bit nervy. As the stewards and stewardesses start sorting drinks he shouts over the intercom for them to sit back down and buckle up as we are in the middle of a typhoon and everyone might die. I'm paraphrasing. But I could hear the sentiment in his voice.

Against Allah's will we land without incident. Hue is an old town that once was the capital of Vietnam. It has limited sights. The big draw is a citadel with the countries biggest flagpole. We can't get down to Hoi An until the morning so we have to go see this. It's much hotter than the North and we walk (and sweat) all the way. The inside of the citadel is very much like the outside. Roads, houses and shops continue as if an historic, ancient wall is just a hindrance to progress. There is, though, a museum with some rusty tanks and APVs in the courtyard. In front of every one is a sign telling of it's capture from the puppet soldiers in 1975. If they really were operated by puppets I think I could have captured them too.

The flagpole is reinforced concrete. I'd say it's not the most authentic or interesting thing to see in Hue, but it probably is.

A quick bus to Hoi An in the morning and it's like another world. This place is old french colonial and they have managed to preserve it's atmosphere. There isn't a great deal more to do, but just ambling around is nice enough. We organise a tour to My Son, an ancient temple complex a couple of hours away, but in my apathy at 8am I let Amanda-Sue experience that on her own. Apparently it's a lovely place, frequently referred to as the little brother of Angkor, Sukhothai and Bagan. But I've been to Bagan and Sukhothai and will be in Angkor next week so I can happily ignore their little brother.

It's then an overnight bus journey down to Nha Trang and on to Mui Ne. I've become soft with my many flights for long distances and as soon as I get on the bus I swear not to do another overnight. It's packed so we get two seats at the back. My chair is broken so doesn't recline, but the seat in front definitely isn't and reclines right into my lap (if I manage to get my legs out of the way in time - otherwise I just get brusied knees). It's a 6pm departure and so we assume there will be a stop for dinner a couple of hours into the journey. I'm not sure you could call it supper but we do pull into a petrol station where a corn seller is dispensing corn cobs that have been boiled for enough hours that all the flavour and nutrition has been leached out. It's valet service so the lady dispensing petrol puts the pump into the fuel tank and walks away. The majority of the passengers are standing around this pump smoking cheroot or cigarettes (it doesn't matter which, they can both ignite petrol). Since the petrol pump is unmanned when the pump drops out of the tank and starts spraying petrol over the side of the coach, the floor all around the coach and the people standing around nearby no one can work out how to turn it off. It is only by the grace of Vishnu that it seems to miss those smoking and only sprays those non-smokers munching their corn. It would perhaps been Vishnu's divine sense of irony had the non-smokers all gone up in flames. Although with a full tank of fuel and in a petrol station I guess if anyone had gone up we all would have suffered the consequences. Back on board I spend a sleepless night with my head millimetres away from the dandruff of the man in front. Amanda-Sue suffers with me, since I considerately check to see if she can sleep every half hour. So we roll into Nha Trang at 6.30am with a two hour break before we need to be on another coach to Mui Ne. The good spirit that has taken us this far seems to be absent along with our sleep and concious that my sarcasm and cynisicm aren't welcome I head to the beach to give Amanda-Sue some time to find it. Nha Trang is a big resort town and every step along the beach I'm relieved we aren't staying here. Big casinos, discos and high-rise hotels blot what would have been a beautiful beach. The vietnamese seem to love it though. This is the number one destination for internal tourism.

The 3 hour bus to Mui Ne turns into 6 hours. No one says why and there are no obvious delays en-route. I think it is just a 6 hour trip advertised as 3 to make foreigners more comfortable for the first 3 hours.

Mui Ne is a more desolate beach resort. It's a single road running along the coast for about 12km. The hotels and restaurants are spread out all the way along the road making it very difficult to walk around and check out where you want to stay. Not impossible though so as I settle down for a diet coke in a cafe in the middle with the bags I send Amanda-Sue off to find the best deal she can. I have been giving her haggling lessons and see this as the perfect chance for her to practice. She is under instructions to find an air-con room with en-suite, minibar, free internet and cable TV for no more than $2. We end up paying $20 but get everything bar the free internet. I'm obviously not a good teacher.

There is nothing in Mui Ne apart from a nice beach but that doesn't stop them setting up tours of local attractions. We sign up to a sunrise tour to go see the red sand-dunes, the white sand-dunes, the red canyon and the waterfall (I love waterfalls). The red and white sand-dunes are what you would expect. The red canyon is a miniature version of what you might expect if they used the word gully and the waterfall is just not even worth talking about.

So it's time to move on and get back to city life in Saigon. There is plenty there to look forward to. The war museum promises plenty of photos of American atrocities and at the CuChi tunnels I can shoot an AK-47. They have it fixed on a rotating pole though so I doubt I'll get any gooks. But $200 is a lot to these kids - I may be able to persuade one of them to take a bullet.

2 comments:

FBD London said...

Did you pay your dollar to go sand sledging in Moi Ne?

Fure a few AK rounds off at the tunnels for me. Aim high!

Lonely Traveller said...

Sliding down a gentle slope of sand on a bit of polythene at 5am doesn't do it for me, so I paid the kid and slid down on him - not so fast but more satisfying.

Some people were actually screaming with excitement as they went down (and they still had to kick the sand to get any speed) - losers