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Tuesday, January 26, 2010

My 24th Weekend in Vietnam

If my calculations are correct (and we all know numbers are not my thing!), I have just spent my 24th weekend here in Vietnam. I always used to say to students in Canada to try and make the most of their weekends, as they were such a great way to see things and meet people. And there is a finite number of them. Well, I don’t ALWAYS follow my own advice, although I do try and do at least one new thing every weekend, even if it is just a bus ride on a new route, or looking for some store I have heard about.
This weekend was quite neat. It started with the end of a class going through their 10-week cycle. I was so proud of them ... all but two passed and those two just failed Listening. It was a wonderful class, as I have mentioned before. They really worked well together and supported each other throughout the whole term.
Then, after school, there was a Tet celebration put on by RMIT. It was a bit early, but lots of lecturers from the degree programs are finished for the semester, so the best chance for a big crowd was then. The food was lovely and included lots of Vietnamese dishes, as well as a few Western ones and even a few Thai specialties. An open bar always brings a crowd and we all lined up to get lucky money from Andrew Scown, our outgoing VP. Everyone got VND 100,000, which is a little over $5. Some of our Vietnamese colleagues wore traditional Vietnamese clothes, especially lovely Ao Dais.The next morning, I was struck by how quiet and lovely the morning was. It is still cool enough for people to jog and the street that my balcony looks over was just normal ... people eating breakfast and going about their daily routines. I did laundry and felt at one in the ordinariness. Thuy came and we had a Vietnamese lesson ... I am utterly hopeless, in large part because it is so difficult, but primarily because I don’t study. She invited me to go on a one-day trip to the Mekong the next day and so I was happy to do so. I hadn’t been to that part of Vietnam and had been thinking about it ... so, why not?
We met on Sunday, at 7:30. She and her friend, Anshu, and I all met up in the backpacker district. It was a real departure for Thuy to take an organized tour, but good for her ... she did it! We bought tickets for a one-day trip which included a bus ride to My Tho and then boats to and around Mekong and Ben Tre, and then a speed boat back to Ho Chi Minh City. Our guide was great and explained that the trip might take 2 ½ hours or 3 ½ hours depending on the traffic and our driving speed. He told us that we would drive fast unless there were police around and we would drive very slowly if there were police. He then proceeded to tell us about the complicated lights and hand signal system drivers use to let others know what is going on regarding the police presence. He also told us that people in the Mekong Delta (all 20 million of them) do not call it the Mekong Delta, but rather Cửu Long... which means 9 Dragons.
It was so interesting to see the importance of the river in this part of Vietnam ... actually to understand how important the Mekong River is in the world. People LIVE on this river ... stilt houses, boat houses, fish farms ... you name it. It is a vital link within SE Asia and seemed so alive. I think we forget how important rivers are when you live in the London-without-the-mighty-Thames. I read somewhere that the Mekong was one of the last major rivers to have dams, but I have heard the Chinese have 5 or 6 now and have plans to build another dozen. These will have a major impact on the people downstream. So many people in so many countries depend on it. And then there is the gas exploration off the coast. And pollution. And what about rising water levels? Oy. I will pray for the Mekong now.
We did not tarry in My Tho and went to Unicorn Island (I guess there are four special islands ... tiger, turtle, phoenix, and unicorn ... which represent the four holy animals of Vietnamese Buddhist tradition). Phoenix Island is home to a floating pagoda built by a monk/holy man called the ‘Coconut Monk’, but we didn’t go there. We stopped in various places and had tea and honey here and fruit there and coconut candy somewhere else and lunch in a different place and there was always a boat ride in between. A highlight (for me, at any rate) was seeing a little Vietnamese pot-bellied pig wandering around the tea place. And the musicians playing at our fruit stop. I thought a lot about my friend, Grace, who plays erhu. Certainly the music was similar to Chinese music in some ways, yet very different. There was an instrument that sounded a lot like a slide guitar. After several traditional melodies, they finished up with a lovely instrumental of ‘Jingle Bells’ and we all applauded. Between the fruit and the coconut candy stops, we went through some canals in typical small boats, similar to canoes.I have seen many pictures of these scenes, and it reminded be a bit of going to the floating gardens in Xochimilco, in Mexico City. The boats in Xochimilco seemed ever so much more relaxing, however. The canoes in the Mekong were distressing, as it seemed that people were desperate to move as many of us through as possible. People weren’t exactly cutthroat, but it seemed as though they were in a terrible hurry to get another ride. Thuy asked one of the women paddling our boat how much money they made and she said VND 10,000 per trip, which is about 50 cents (split between the two of them) and that they could make 3 or 4 trips a day. So that all made a lot of sense to us. Needless to say, we gave our ladies a nice tip. I think we got a very nice boat ... our paddlers were very sweet to us ... maybe because of Thuy being able to talk to them.
After our lunch, we had a bit of a rest and then got on the fast boat back to Ho Chi Minh City. It was great to be on the water and not stuck on a bus .. even though it was a lot pricier. So much activity ... boats taking fruit, flowers, and sand to the big city. One of the biggest contraband items is Mekong Delta sand ... I am not sure if they are doing a favour by dredging parts of the river, but the government has forbidden it. It is carried out in broad daylight so I am not sure if those were family members of big poobahs, or what.I had noticed when Patty and I went to Cat Ba Island a few months ago that most Vietnamese boats have eyes painted on them. It is said that Vietnamese boat builders paint eyes on the front of the boats to bring luck to the crews, to ward off evil spirits, and to improve their catch. So I amused myself on the way home by taking pictures of some. Hard to do in a fast boat ... and most of them were a waste. But a few turned out OK. Each boat has a different personality, it seems to me.
As we entered the city, we went from the countryside to a very upscale neighbourhood just near RMIT to a cesspool of a section where a lot of houses jut out into the river and then to the dock section and finally the piers for tour boats and cruise ships. Quite the gamut! We arrived just as the sun was setting.All in all a very nice day and a perfect way to end my 24th weekend in Vietnam. Hope all is well with everyone in their far-flung locations ... and I hope that you are keeping cool if you are in Australia and warm if you are in Canada. All the best to you!

Sunday, January 3, 2010

New Year's in ĐaLat

I just got back from ĐaLat and had a wonderful time. I don’t think I did too many of the things recommended in the guidebooks, but it was wonderful to leave HCMC for a while and see some of another part of Vietnam. ĐaLat is a small city in Lâm Đồng province, about a six or seven hour drive from HCMC. It’s about 1500 metres above sea level in the Central Highlands and is extremely renowned for its fruit, vegetables, and cut flowers. It is called the city of flowers and pine trees by some and the city of eternal springtime by others. It really is lovely and just being in the mountains was a bit of alright. My student, Linh Kim, invited me to go with her family to the flower festival, which is held every year on the first of January.Linh is married to Thinh, who is a very lovely man. He teaches landscape design at Nong Lam University, and so he and some of his students wanted to attend the flower show. Linh is a biotechnology professor at the same school, and her specialization is orchid propagation by tissue culture. ĐaLat is very famous for its orchids, but primarily for its hydrangeas and a flower called golden everlasting, that looks a bit like a straw flower. Linh and Thinh have two kids, Phuc (7), which means happiness, and Quyen (2), which is the name of a beautiful yellow flower. We got an early start on January 1, meaning I met them at 4 a.m. in front of their university. I had arranged a taxi for 3:15, because they live in Thu Duc, which is on the opposite side of the city. I had to wake the taxi driver up, which was not a good sign and he didn’t exactly know how to get to Nong Lam University, but after a lot of driving around we made it and only about 10 minutes late. Thank goodness there was no crazy New Year’s Eve traffic. There was quite a bit of traffic on the roads, but all of it fairly routine, I think. Linh and Thinh have an SUV and we made good time once we were on the road. We drove for a couple of hours and then stopped for breakfast for phở and it was pretty delicious. Thinh disappeared for a few minutes and reappeared with his brother, who is supervising a building project that Thinh is leading. After a short break, we piled back in the vehicle and continued our journey. Before too long, we hit the mountains and the highway was (of course) under construction. Next thing you know both kids are upchucking ... Linh and Thinh are great parents and just handled it all with aplomb. I couldn’t help much, as both of them were making strange with me. Now they call me, Ba, which is like grandmother (aka old lady). They are adorable and their parents dote on them.
We eventually arrived in ĐaLat and checked into our hotel. We had lunch and then went back to the hotel for a rest, as everyone had been up all night. I could tell, from our initial glimpse, that the city was jammed with tourists. Little did I know! When we started to go to the flower show, the traffic was terrible, so we walked here and there, and saw some absolutely gorgeous orchid displays, but it was really almost impossible/impassable. So many people. So we got in the car and went to XQ Historical Village. This is an art gallery and shop complex in a suburb of ĐaLat and it was very interesting, mostly because it had an extensive collection of the most gorgeous silk embroidery. I thought the silk embroidery in China was exquisite, but these pieces are huge and so lifelike ... some are even 3D, with petals and leaves coming off the background.We popped into a jam and fruit products store after being approached by a guy on a motorbike, who handed his business card to us through the open window and then led us to his shop. In fact, there were several people doing this. Linh and I laughed because we had completed a unit on advertising/marketing and had discussed types of advertising ... but the Honda Wave method was not one of the direct marketing techniques we had covered. Very interesting ... so many teas made with atiso ... artichoke. I am not sure if the tea is made from globe artichokes or from wild Jerusalem artichokes ... the roads around ĐaLat are lined with clumps of Jerusalem artichokes.After a hot pot dinner, we tried the lakeside again and we could do it for a while and we saw a bit of the entertainment ... singers and dancers ... very crowded, however. We also met up with Thinh’s students who were so happy to see him. You can tell they really love him. We resolved we would get up early the next day to go to the flower festival.
We got to the park the next morning and wandered around. I think we were all surprised at how many landscaping flowers there are in common between Canada and Vietnam ... some notable exceptions, but still and all, it was remarkable. The flowers that really captured my attention were the orchids ... omigoodness .... so many types and varieties. As I have primarily been a procurer of the Costco phalaenopsis genus of orchidia, I am by no means an expert on the plants, but I do think they are amazing.Linh and I had a nice rest sitting on the grass while Thinh took the kids on the swan pedal boats. Quyen had been so taken with the boats and had her heart set on a ride. It was nice that the little lake in the park had five swan boats (which Quyen insisted were ducks) and so with a bit of a breeze, it was much safer and easier to navigate than the larger lake in the centre of town. After the ride, Linh and Thinh and the kids were all bagged ... I know why the parents were tired ... lugging the 2-year old around and sometimes the 7-year old! While they rested, I strolled along the streets near our hotel and then farted around with my new camera.
Once we were all ready to go, we went to church. They are both quite devout Catholics and so it was very interesting to attend a Vietnamese service. We met his students outside the church and I was struck by how many young people were in the absolutely jammed service ... on a Saturday evening! I read that young people are starting to really flock to Buddhist temples as well, so perhaps it is a national revival of consciousness regarding spirituality or something. The music was quite lovely, and much of the service was sung. I rarely knew what was going on, but every now and again, something would strike me and then I’d know what was going on. I must admit that part of the tiem I was distracted by trying to figure out the writing on the hoodie of the young woman in front of me ... finally I got it ... Let’s we to go to the shopping. I have seen several T-shirts and hoodies of a similar ilk and I do love them. However, most of the time I was engaged in worship ... and I was struck by the solemn bow, with arms folded in front, that people gave each other as a sign of the peace. It quite caught me by surprise.After the mass, I noticed that there were 50 or 100 people gathered in front of the grotto with Maria Mother as she was referred to, and people chanted what I assumed was the Hail Mary. It was haunting ... in contrast to the huge blue-eyed baby Jesus hovering overhead.We spent some time with Thinh’s students and then went off to the town market where we wandered around and ate dinner at a restaurant, although the street food looked awfully appealing. I was struck by the throngs of people and can only imagine what it was like at the lake, where there was supposed to be a big parade and maybe 150 couples getting married (ĐaLat is the honeymoon capital of Vietnam), along with various forms of entertainment.We rushed up to a rooftop coffee shop at the first signs of fireworks and were lucky to be able to get a spot with a view. The children were so delighted. Phuc said he wanted to stay up all night watching fireworks. Alas ... we had agreed on a 5:30 departure, so we were back at the hotel by 10:30 or so.
So ... Happy New Year! It was one I will always remember, that is for sure. I hope that your New Year’s Eves were fun and safe and memorable. More pics on flickr!