Month: May 2024

27 May

Climbing Kamikochi

Arriving at the bus stop in Hirayu after some excellent travel planning by Alex (three buses and an equal amount of Supermarket visits along the way), the first thing we notice is a public footbath for tired walkers to bathe their feet. They really have thought of everything in this country! We check in to our traditional accommodation with classic Japanese style rooms and of course only futons for beds and giant sack pyjamas.

We decide to stretch our legs and take a short walk to a nearby waterfall. I’m slightly alarmed by the amount of signage warning of bear activity in the area, plus the lack of other tourists we could use as bait and outrun back to safety. Pushing bravely ahead, we pass a tired, rusted ski lift which we assume is still used in winter for the snow sports. Another 10 minutes up the road and we’re at the waterfall. According to Alex it’s one of the “Top 10 waterfalls of Japan” and it’s easy to see why…

Returning to town, we take advantage of one of the hotel’s facilities, the indoor onsen. For those who don’t know, an onsen is essentially a natural hot bath whose heat comes from the nearby volcanoes. Sometimes they are public and are shared between many, others are available for private use. This one is the latter and Alex and I gently lower ourselves into the incredibly hot water. It’s a little on the uncomfortably hot side and we both turn a concerning shade of pink after a short soak!

For dinner we head to one of the very few restaurants in town and are surprised to see the whole operation is ran by one person. There are approximately twelve people sat in his restaurant and he prepares, cooks, cleans, takes payment and serves food and drink to all of us. The menu is relatively simple but we enjoy some tasty ramen and sides and agree we will come back here tomorrow to sample some of the other dishes.

Mystery beef tendons, mmmmm

Lakes and Ladders

Today we will attempt to reach the summit of the local volcano Yakedake. It’s not entirely clear from reading various blogs how long this out and back should take but we figure we’ll give it a go anyway. The bus drops us by the beautiful and incredibly clear pond at the foot of the mountains. From here we loop around and cross the water to start the hike proper. As usual there are various signs warning us about bears and most of the locals are dingling bear bells as they hike. We are not convinced a gentle ring of a bell will do anything to deter an angry bear but the sound makes a pleasant backdrop to our ascent.

Japan takes hiking seriously and there are many people wearing impressive kit, some even wear helmets or crampons, in comparison we feel slightly unprepared. After around an hour we reach our first ladder, we’d read about this on a blog so we were not surprised by its presence, but the condition it’s in is quite shocking. Several rungs have split and are now only held together by duct tape, trying to steady myself with the rope nearly ends in disaster as the pole it’s attached to comes out of the ground with the slightest strain. Further ahead there is an entire graveyard of discarded ladders, we wonder how this came to be and if anyone was on them when they fell apart.

Eventually we reach a section of snow that has not yet melted and a nearby shelter. After a bit of confusion and bumping into some other Western hikers, we find ourselves back on the path to reach the volcanic summit. We’ve been going for a few hours at this point and as we reach an opening we realize it’s going to be a difficult and steep hike if we want to reach the top. For once we decide against finishing the hike and instead opt to enjoy the views and have a leisurely lunch. No need to over exert ourselves on every walk.

Returning to the crowds of tourists at the bottom of the mountains, we enjoy a well deserved soft serve ice cream and the stunning landscape around us.

In the evening we revisit the ramen restaurant from last night and explore some new items on the menu.

Back at the hotel, we try the outdoor onsen under the starry night sky. The air is biting cold but the steaming hot water keeps us warm as we attempt to spot constellations and silhouettes of mountains.

There is another football match happening and it’s a must watch, even with an 11pm kick-off Japan time. The FA Cup final. I can recall where I’ve been to watch the progress to the final, Nicaragua for Newport, Philippines for Liverpool and Vietnam for Coventry. Here we are against Man City in the final and I have to keep my cheering quiet to avoid waking Alex and the other hotel guests as we hang on to win 2-1. The celebrations finish around 1.30am, worth staying up for and then some.

The Bare Necessities

Today we will take the bus back to the mountains but walk a simpler, flatter hike alongside the river at a gentle pace. As we set off we spot a sign denoting a recent bear sighting, 4 days ago. As we progress along the path we spot several similar signs with the bear sightings getting closer and closer, even up to one being spotted this very morning! Rest assured dear reader we do not see any bears but we do see many, many snow monkeys! They’re very tame and are hardly bothered by our presence as we observe and take pictures of them all going about their business.

We walk a pleasant out and back with a quick stop for lunch in the sunshine and of course an ice cream reward when we’re back at the start.

With some more of Alex’s excellent travel planning we take a bus and then a train through the mountains to arrive in Matsumoto. From here we are picked up by one of the hosts of the Ryokan accomodation we’re staying in for the night. I had never really heard of a Ryokan before but Alex explained they are the peak of traditional Japanese hospitality. Usually providing futons, onsen baths and in this case, a 14 course Michelin star quality meal, sign me up! They’re on the much pricier end of the scale of course, so it’s only thanks to the generosity of Ben and Emma that we were able to treat ourselves to such an experience, thank you both!

We don’t have long before dinner but I want to try one of the several onsen baths available. This one is for men only and I think I just about get away with following the proper ettiquette… Even if in my haste I have forgot to bring a towel!

I desperately try and cool down from the boiling hot baths before dinner, opening all of the windows in a vain attempt to stop the sweating. Luckily, all we have to wear for dinner is a kimono and some underwear for modesty.

Dinner is an absolute feast, course after course of wonderful food arrives while we’re still eating or cooking the previous dish. Highlights include horse sashimi, unbelievably good Kobe/Wagyu style beef and crispy tempura.

We wobble back to our room and before bed it’s time for another soak. This time in the private onsen that can be reserved. It’s barely bigger than a large bath tub but it’s nice to unwind with Alex and reflect on a couple of amazing days.

Onwards

With a monstrous absolute feast for breakfast (buffet style this time), we’re dropped back at the bus stop and head to our final destination on the main island, Tokyo.

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Adventure – Epic hikes surrounded by stunning scenes. Eating all sorts of wonderful food. Melting in the hot onsen baths.

Excitement – Meeting monkeys along the trail. The Ryokan experience. Beating Man City.

Trauma – Dodgy ladders. Worries about being bear food.

24 May

Ghibli Park, AKA Nagoya

Alex White / Japan / / 3 Comments

Nagoya, the third most populous metropolitan city in Japan, boasting the Toyota Museum as the star tourist attraction, is not exactly on many itineraries. But it is on ours. Entirely for one thing, the newly opened Ghibli Park, that is, for whatever reason, on the outskirts of this very modern city. It is very much a Park, rather than a Theme Park, with wildly mixed reviews, and as we weren’t lucky enough to get the all-access tickets (that are as difficult to get as Glastonbury tickets), I’m a bit nervous what we’ll actually get to see. But, it is something I’ve been wanting to come to since they hinted at its opening in 2020, we’ve got to see it for ourselves, even if it’s only a bit of it.

We’re staying in a cheap hotel that looks like it hasn’t been remodelled since the 80s, in a “single” room. Budget needs must. Once more we enjoy the anonymity and laissez-faire attitude of the locals who couldn’t care less that we’re foreign and talk at us in Japanese like we should know what they’re saying. Our first meal is trying some miso-katsu, apparently traditional to the area.

🎶Totoro, to-to-ro🎶

We make our way to Ghibli park early, and are surprised at how open everything is when we arrive. No huge queues to entrance gates. We walk towards and through a park built for an expo in 2005. There aren’t any rides with long lines, or people dressed in giant outfits, and the park is still open and free for people to wander around. As we speed on up to where we think Totoro is, no-one has checked our tickets, and we wonder what it is we actually paid for. Also, why is no-one else rushing with us to get to Totoro?! Compared to the chaotic stampede of Nintendo fans at Universal Studios, we really start to wonder if we’ve gotten this all wrong. We quick-march our way through the winding paths of the forest, trying to decipher the signs to get us to Dondoko Forest, the area that Totoro is found in.

Eventually, someone who works here appears with a sign in Japanese. In our best Japanese, gasping and sweating we say… “Totoro?”. We’re clearly fluent now, he understands, and points us up the path. Our tickets are now scanned, phew. Before long, the best forest spirit ever appears before us. Sadly, I have to be 12 or under to go inside. Gutted!

A million photos later, we realise it’s only 10:05, and we’ve ticked off the main attraction! Time to relax. We explore some of the little walkways around Totoro, take the funicular back up, take some more photos, and then wave Totoro goodbye.

The Grand Warehouse

We take a significantly more relaxed route back through the parks to The Grand Warehouse, where we have timed entry for 11am. There’s a lake and garden all beautifully maintained. This is all just part of the expo park, and such a wonderful place that’s accessible for free. We finally figure out that, essentially, Ghibli Studios have ‘carved’ out sections of the expo site to plonk in various ‘biomes’ to immerse its fans in the different worlds it has created over the years. So, you can either just wander around the beautiful grounds for free, or pay to get the Ghibli experience. Each section also has its own specialised store selling merchandise speicifc to that section. Within these Ghibli sections, are structures/sets that you get to go inside if you have the ‘premium’ all-access pass, which we don’t have. Still, seeing Totoro in the woods made me very happy indeed.

It’s time for the Grand Warehouse. Imagine Harry Potter Studios, but for Ghibli, and quite a lot smaller. Inside is a little movie theatre, a kids play-area (again, no childless adults allowed), little stores, contained set-creations, and some photo-opportunities. It’s like being immersed in Ghibli. It’s glorious.

An amazing model of an airship even with moving parts
A garden robot from Laputa: Castle in the Sky
The Philosopher’s Room, from Totoro (?)
Yubaba’s office in Spirited Away
Arriety
We see this really cute short film about a puppy that goes for a wander around town. Thankfully, not much Japanese spoken by said puppy

Inside the Grand Warehouse is also the exhibition hall, where there are even more ample photo opportunities that you can be in yourself, recreating certain scenes. There’s also a ‘museum’ of models of all the food featured in their films, showing the animation hand-drawn-sketches alongside for all the foodie scenes! We skip the long and never-moving line for No-Face, and enjoy the rest instead:

The Cat Returns and Howl’s Moving Castle models
Totoro and the catbus
The cat-bus from Totoro
Ponyo
No Face from Spirited Away
Jiji from Kiki’s Delivery Service
The best server ever
James getting into a fight with Porco Rosso

Valley of the Witches

We now have a few hours left to hit the other outside sections, and start with the latest addition to the park, the Valley of the Witches. Designed around a British countryside village a la Earwig and the Witch, we’re frustratingly welcomed by a restaurant selling British pies! If only we hadn’t just eaten! The rest of the section is beautifully done and makes us feel like we’re back home. Of course, there’s no huge moving castle in the UK (that we’ve found just yet), so there’s one rather large difference!

A very British village (Earwig and the Witch) next to Howl’s Moving Castle
Turnip Head and Howl’s Moving Castle

There’s a couple of ‘rides’ here by way of a merry-go-round and spinning plane thing. The merry-go-round features characters from Ghibli films, it would be far too hard to choose which one to go on. How many do you recognise…?

Our final stop in this section is to go and become a full-flying witch:

Mononoke Village

Our next stop is to the significantly smaller section dedicated to Princess Mononoke. There’s a wooden tower, and a building you can make some food (for a fee), and the two scary beasts from the film:

One of the scary creatures from Princess Mononoke
A poisoned boar from Princess Mononoke

Hill of Youth

Our final stop is on the other side of a poppy field, full in bloom. Perhaps a nod to From Up on Poppy Hill, or just because they’re beautiful.

There’s very little here other than a mock-bus stop and a house we can’t access without premium tickets. Thankfully there is also a tiny house, that is the recreation of the tiny house from The Cat Returns.

Inside the cat-sized house of The Cat Returns

Mission Accomplished

All sections visited, we’re actually a bit relieved the last couple of sections don’t have much to them, as we’re pretty pooped. We exit through the gift shop and resist buying everything and anything.

In all, it was a fantastic day, and I’d happily go back with a Premium pass to explore the bits we couldn’t get to today. It’s totally different to a theme park, embodying the peaceful, calm, nature-yearning work of Ghibli Studios, that makes for a lovely day out.

We did it!

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Adventure – Exploring Dondoko Forest, Katsu on a pizza, watching a short film in Japanese

Excitement – Meeting Totoro and all the other Ghibli creatures

Trauma – Realizing we sat down to eat in the wrong restaurant, hay-fever day 105

22 May

Kyoto chronicles

Alex White / Japan / / 1 Comment

Memoirs of a Geisha

How does everything start and end in our blog posts? With us drained and exhausted from our adventures but finding renewed energy upon arrival in a new area. So as we turn up in Kyoto we drop our bags at the accommodation and head straight out to try a gyoza restaurant! The menu outside is so appealing we’re willing to stand and queue in the rain until they can seat us. It’s worth the wait, the chicken and mozzarella and the plum and pork varieties are especially tasty. I also sample my first taste of Sake (rice wine) on this trip, it tastes much smoother than I remember…

Our accomodation in Kyoto is located in the heart of the Gion district. If anyone has seen the film mentioned above, it’s where that is set. We’re staying a stone’s throw away from stunning pagodas, beautiful streets lined with traditional wooden buildings and endless shrines and temples. As we return to the apartment we walk down the picturesque main street, written on the wall are adverts for various Geisha shows, one of which Alex will attend tomorrow. Geisha’s are of course the famous ‘entertainers and performance artists’ of Japan known for their distinct appearance, delicate customs and warm company.

We take a much needed nap at the peaceful accommodation before heading out in the evening for another wonderful meal… a restaurant where you “sizzle” your own katsu steak then dip it into one of many sauces in your set. It’s so good I even opt for an additional steak to use up all of the dipping sauces, we are eating well in Japan!

Exercising Our Trotters

Come gather now as we explore the beauty of Kyoto. I’ve planned a route that should cover most of the local landmarks and give us a good taste of the area we’re staying in. It starts with a walk past Otani Cemetery (you won’t find any other tour groups here!), a vast city of tombstones I haven’t seen on this scale since the war cemeteries in France.

Leaving the peaceful bliss we rejoin the swarming masses at Kiyomizu-dera. It’s hard to describe the spotless beauty of these temples, the only place that comes close is the Grand Palace in Bangkok in terms of the quality and the care taken to maintain these immense structures.

(not real geishas)

I leave most of the religious customs to the locals, in fear of upsetting the monstrous spirits that guard sacred grounds. I still cower in eternal wrath, though I do partake in ringing a giant bowl as there are instructions in English of how to use it properly… Even then most foreigners still get it spectacularly wrong!

We spend a couple of hours exploring the area, as usual this is best described with pictures…

Returning to the bustling streets, we make a pit stop to try Matcha ice cream in a cinnamon roll:

Heading across town we swap the old for the new, transitioning from the wooden buildings and narrow alleyways of Gion to the modern shopping malls of new Kyoto. Here we visit the Nishiki Market where crowds shuffle through a small pathway surrounded by vendors selling all sorts of wares. There’s fresh seafood, so recently skewered some of it is still twitching, dozens of types of sake, strawberry treats and deep fried delights. Once again I’m haunted by the sight of the ugly orange sea urchin flesh. We stop for lunch and devour some delicious Sashimi.

My original plan was to carry on to Kyoto Castle but we’re feeling a bit worn out, this is my own fault for planning too much in one day! Instead we opt for something much less historic but still somewhat cultural in Japan, an animal cafe. These strange establishments offer quality time with some unusual animals from hedgehogs to micro pigs. Figuring they’ll be more fun to interact with, we opt for the latter. It’s an odd experience being crammed into a small room full of others tourists sat in their socks and wearing blankets over them while micro pigs run riot choosing who should give them a scratch and a massage next. They even wag their little curly tails just like dogs. At one point the biggest “micro” pig makes a determined shuffle towards me and I realize I need to lay this beast to rest in my lap and soothe it, hoping it doesn’t get too boisterous!

Alex with a stack of piggies
Mr Beast

Alex goes for a show…

No photos allowed here, so I’ll just give a brief recap of the main events. It was a quick run-down of seven different types of traditional performance, starting with a tea ceremony, some music and a display of flower arranging (called Ikebana). The delicate, patient, and precise movement for each display is incredible. Everything is done with intention, nothing is rushed, in a way, it forces you to be calm, taking in these minute small movements with such care. I’ve opted for a visual aid to help explain what is happening throughout (thankfully), and it explains that asymmetrical designs are favoured with the flowers, because the negative space is just as important as what you fill the space with. They all do a fantastic job.

The following acts are a battle dance, and a comedic play, which provides some surprising levity, something we’ve not yet experienced in Japan. It’s a simple but clever comedy, about a lord tricking his two workers, who keep stealing his sake whilst he’s out, into being tied up. However, they are more determined than he can imagine, and they still manage to get into his sake cabinet and get wrecked, with their hands tied to a pole and behind their backs, being caught in the action upon his return. It’s nice to see the comedic side of this stoic and serious nation.

The penultimate act is called a Noh play, where a rather large, old, man dresses as a beautiful, fallen, female spirit/angel. He dons a mask too small for his face, with the delicate features of a woman. This is not meant to be a comedy, but I really find it difficult to imagine the man as the beautiful maiden he is meant to be. Perhaps this is part of the expertise, to dance so gracefully the audience forgets they’re watching a man. And he does a great job with his movements, if it weren’t for the stubbly chin overflowing from the mask I probably wouldn’t have known. Here’s an image of the brochure for context:

The final act is the Kyomai dance with two maiko (geisha/geiko in training). Now they are beautiful. The costumes and make-up and dancing with the fans is mesmerising, peaceful, graceful. You can see why people pay good money for their entertainment, everything is a precise art.

Nietzsche said it .. “All truly great thoughts are conceived by walking.”

A brand new day and plenty more exploring to do. Today’s adventures take us further afield, as we take a bus to the edge of Kyoto to visit Arashiyama Bamboo forest. It’s not a huge area considering the hour long journey it took to get here, but it’s worth it for the pictures…

Spot the shrine hiding in the trees

There’s no time to lose as we head from West to East, all the way back across the city to visit Higashiyama Jisho-ji a.k.a The Silver Pagoda. There is also a Golden Pagoda in another part of Kyoto, but it was too much of a dog leg to get to. The golden version was created to (literally) reflect the sun and all its glory. Therefore the silver version was built for observing the moon.

Notice the phoenix on top of the roof, even if it does look more like a cockerel.

Next up we take a walk down the Philosopher’s path. So called as it was used by two university professors who used to walk the path for daily exercise. We wonder what these people pondered as they walked this route. Did they question why all tides are married to the moon or simply discuss where to go for lunch. I can answer one of those questions. I’ve found a nearby “diner” and they’re serving Philly Cheese steak and pulled pork sandwiches. Not quite local cuisine but we’re fancying a change and when I tell Alex they’re served with french fries there’s no saying no.

Mmmmmm cheeeeeese

Full from lunch we continue down the Philosopher’s path, something floating down the canal catches our eye. We walked to the edge to see there are several boats made from bamboo and decorated with flowers. We follow the trail and are surprised to find a local man perched on a small bridge creating the boats by hand. He beckons us over. Having been in SE Asia for a few weeks we fear a tourist trap but you’ll find no such thing in Japan. He simply instructs us to take one of the boats, folded together from a bamboo leaf, hold it out above the water, and gently let it go. If it floats down the river facing up then luck is on our side, if it lands upside down or sinks, then just think of it as a rehearsal. No money is suggested, just a man passing the time and bringing joy to people with a simple idea.

We complete the path and head back towards the Gion district. We take a detour to see a humongous Tori gate and more stunning shrines.

Having once again decided against visiting the castle we instead opt for a visit of the landscaped garden behind the temple. To think that I believed my hay-fever symptoms would have subsided by now was naive as I’m still suffering greatly! Perhaps spending all of this time in parks and gardens is not the most sensible idea after all… But how can you say no when they are this beautiful?

We barely have time to stop at the flat as we must head out to catch the sunset. The evening light’s not gone but fading fast as we try and catch a meta photo, hopefully you can see why.

(Many filters needed)

We’re in the mood to try sushi again, I guess I must have recovered from the dreaded urchin by now. I’ve found two highly recommended options on Google Maps, typically one is closed tonight so that makes the decision for us. We stumble upon option two, we wait at the front for a few minutes, eventually we sit at the counter infront of the kitchen… It takes fifteen minutes for us to be given a menu. We are slightly confused but not frustrated, the entire establishment is run by a man and wife, they are no spring chickens either, in their sixties at least. They wait, serve, chop, fry, cook, clean, organize and manage every customer in the place. Needless to say service is not fast but once we get used to it we gratefully wait for our food as it is prepared right in front of us. We don’t feel anything but gratitude for these two diligent, hard-working people who put themselves through this every night for frankly not a lot of money. Tipping is strictly uncouth in Japan so we can’t even show our thanks with a bit of extra yen.

And now it’s getting kinda late but there is one more place I want to squeeze in before the day is done. We head back into the shopping mall area which has a new personality at night…. “girl bars” galore! Alex jokingly(?) tells me not to look as we pass various posters of scantily glad women and several sirens attempt to lure men into their bars. I reassure her that’s not what I’ve brought her here for. Instead we head to another N64 cafe and try some unique cocktails and play games of Street Fighter.

Every Matcha Made in Heaven

The only question that you’ll ask, what’s left to do in Kyoto after all of this sight seeing? Well, there is one stone left unturned, the Fushimi Inari Taisha. The what? Let me show you…

The letters plain and tall signify messages from the donor of the respective gate

Over 10,000 Tori gates line this sacred pathway up a mountain trail. We later learn that in Shintoism it’s customary to donate a Tori gate once whatever you wished for at a temple has come true.

We check out of our hotel but Alex has another experience up her sleeve before we leave Kyoto behind. This time we will both take part in a traditional “tea ceremony”. We begin with our host Zuka introducing herself and everyone says a couple of lines about themselves and where they’ve been so far in Japan. While we’re being served a refreshing green tea, we’re informed about the importance and history of tea ceremonies. Originating in China, a tea ceremony sees the simple task of serving a hot drink to a guest raised to an intricate art form. The “way of tea” is a microcosm of Japanese hosting and honouring a guest. We’re asked to remember various manners, procedures and even a handful of Japanese words that are expected to be spoken by a receiving guest. We head upstairs for the ritual proper to begin.

We sit in rows of three, sat opposite each other with a beautiful tea set in-between us. The friendly and cheerful Zaku disappears behind a paper wall and reappears transformed. She is in full ceremony mode now. Moving as gracefully and carefully as an expert geisha. Each movement is delicate and nothing is rushed. Without saying a word she creates a perfect cup of matcha tea, all of us watch on transfixed by her flawless form.

Next up it is our turn, one by one we must replicate the intricate ceremony (luckily with a few shortcuts) and present our creation to our chosen guest. Then the previous maker becomes the Sensai (teacher) for the next maker. It’s slightly nerve wracking as Zaku did it so elegantly and we don’t want to spill a drop on the floor of the beautiful room. Most of us forget the Japanese words we’re supposed to say while giving and receiving the tea but with a gentle nudge we get there without causing too much offense or so we hope.

So let me put to rest another wonderful experience in Japan. A country which is quickly becoming one of my favorites of this trip. Alex is incredibly excited about the next leg too as we’ll be paying a visit to Totoro in Ghibli Park. Until next time, sayonara!

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Adventure – Walking the traditional district of Gion. Dinner prepared and served by kind locals. Seeing as much of Kyoto as possible but we’ll still come back for the castle and the golden pagoda.

Excitement – Spotting an actual Geisha walking around Gion, a shame that a dozen tourists snapped their cameras at her like paparazzi dogs.

Trauma – The snuffleoppagus persists. Failing to remember a few simple Japanese words during the tea ceremony 🙈 Trying to figure out restaurant customs when unable to speak the language

18 May

A Quick Stop in Nara

Alex White / Japan / / 1 Comment

We’re back on accommodation form in Nara as we check into a hotel more typical of our trip. The futon mattress is as thin as the wall, so my first night here yields even less sleep than usual. We’ve wedged this brief, one day, two night visit to Nara after some research from James.

Nara is renowned for being the first permnanet capital of Japan back in the 700s, and for its deer, and we find out about the latter straight away. As we walk towards the park, there are deer, tourists, and deer biscuit vendors throughout. Tourists attempting to savour their special moment with the deer (captured on camera of course), deer attempting to get the biscuits out of the human hands as quickly as possible. You can imagine these are conflicting desires. Despite signs reminding people that the deer are wild and can bite, barge, and whatever else, and they should not be touched, of course everyone is. This is Japan, if there are people selling deer biscuits, they are being allowed to sell people deer biscuits, so this is somewhat conflicting messaging!

Children cower against railings. Adults hold the biscuits aloft. A woman throws her purse to the ground as she runs away. Deer casually tug at shirts and gobble up biscuits before phone cameras can even be turned on. The tourists are new to this game, the deer are the pros. No-one is harmed mind. Everyone is taking it in good spirits, realising their own follies as they are outsmarted by the pros to this match. It’s hilarious watching. And cleverly, because the deer are only allowed to be fed these biscuits, they don’t hassle you for real food. Smart.

Our day in Nara is spent having a long walk around and admiring what used to be the capital of Japan. We first stop at a beautiful garden, so peaceful and intricate.

There’s a huge gate with the standard terrifying guardians, and a temple/castle/pagoda that we see through the fence.

Then we head on up to Mount Wakakusa, not realising we have to pay, or that it’s actually a pretty steep ascent. But when have we let that stop us? We need to undo all the enforced lethargy from the heat of SE Asia. So we climb.

We decide to loop down a different way through the Primeval forest. So lush and green and peaceful, like so many places we’ve experienced in Japan.

As now becomes tradition in Japan, as we start to tire and think about heading back, we happen upon an amazing, beautiful complex of traditional buildings, sculptures and greenery.

Sacred deer (as features in Princess Mononoke)

We also find a free garden next to the one we paid to go in earlier which is almost just as beautiful. This one has a moss garden, and a man carefully tends to it. Such a different approach to the endless moss-lawn battles in the UK.

We head back for a rest, and then reward ourselves with two pizzas, chips, and some craft beers at a brewery down the road. It really hits the spot, especially the cream cheese and salmon topping. How we miss cheese!

It’s then off to another pub for an overpriced beer before calling it a night, as we’re off to Kyoto tomorrow.

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Adventure – exploring another Mount on a whim

Excitement – watching all the tourists getting attacked by demanding deer, over and over again

Trauma – the schnuffleupagus returns, a kid chasing a deer with a stick.

17 May

War and Peace in Hiroshima

Alex White / Japan / / 2 Comments

We’re doing a one-night dog-leg to Hiroshima from Osaka, so we start early to get our first bullet train of the trip! We’re super excited! Until we get to the tube station and realise I’ve lost my (very expensive, multi-day, all inclusive) travel pass. We’re on a tight schedule though, so we just have to take it as a (tearful) loss and buy a new one to get us back through the barriers and literally back on track. We’re travelling some 350km to Hiroshima, in a mere one and a half hours! This isn’t even the super-speedy service, as we make a few stops on the way. Nevertheless, the world speeds by outside the window (although a good portion is in tunnels, and the train soothes James to sleep through half of it!).

In no time at all, we’re in Hiroshima, and head to our hotel to dump our bags for the day. We wonder if we’ve navigated to the wrong place as we walk into a fancy, top-floor, hotel reception bar. As they struggle to find our reservation, we realise it’s too good to be true, we’ve clearly booked some cheap hostel with the same name and gotten confused by Google Maps. So, it’s with huge surprise that, after some help of a colleague, our booking is eventually found. We are staying here after all! After a brief regroup and reset on the sprawling, luxurious sofas, it’s time to head out and learn about what Hiroshima is sadly most famous for.

War All the Time

I’ve gotten rather tired of writing about the horrors of humankind, so I’ll try and keep this one brief, instead using photos of some poignant display boards.

Literal devastation, the bomb detonated in the air, above the city
A piece of wall covered in the black rain that fell on those that managed to survive the blast. The rain, that the desperate survivors drank and used to try and quell their pain and thirst, was actually highly radioactive, poisoning them inside and out
The reality of people trying to find a way back to life after a city is destroyed
Not only do we learn of nuclear fallout in Hiroshima, but also in territories close to where bombs are tested. Tragic victims guilty of nothing but living near a test area, largely covered up by the nations testing near them.
Surprisingly, and sadly, there is even a recent update on how dangerous the current situation is right now.

A map shows the parts of the world with no nuclear weapons, and a pact to never have them… basically the whole southern hemisphere.

Part of us wishes all leaders with nukes in their arsenal would have to come to this museum before bandering around the threat of nuclear destruction, to see the human price paid for the decisions of a few men (on both sides to be fair). But as we’ve sadly now seen across the world, there are just some leaders who put so little value into human life. If a leader came here, would they care about the human cost so painfully exhibited? Or, would they just see that the USA ‘won’, they got their surrender, there was no fallout for the USA, was there? No price they had to pay for obliterating two cities in a single moment, and destroying the lives of those left behind in multiple ways?

The museum calls for disarmament as the only solution.

After a walk through the garden around the museum, passed a monument to the child victims, a beautiful rose garden with gifts from countries across the world, a multi-storied stone pagoda, we end our tour at the A-Bomb dome.

Children’s Peace Monument. Many children were out of school, deconstructing homes as fire breaks to protect the city from fire-bombings experienced elsewhere in the country, putting them right outside for the blast’s full effects. For those who did survive, they wouldn’t survive long due to radiation poisoning. Or for those who were evacuated and stayed safe, many suddenly became orphans, creating a different struggle
Memorial Tower to the Mobilized Students, to the 10,000 students that died
Hiroshima Victims Memorial Cenotaph, with the Flame of Peace and the A-Bomb Dome in sight. The flame will only be allowed to go out once there are no more nuclear weapons. Will it ever go out?
The A-Bomb Dome
After and before

The A-Bomb Building survived as much as it did because the bomb detonated in the sky, and this building was kind of in the “eye of the storm” where it didn’t suffer the full effects of the blast further into its radius. The people inside, of course, were not so lucky.

This building is being maintained as best as possible to look just as it did after the bombing, as its own monument. It’s clever. Especially now after decades have gone by, a city rebuilt, trees, grasses, gardens, shops, everything around beautiful under this blue sky and glorious sunshine. The mangled wreck of this building serves as a stark reminder to the history of this place, so that we may never forget what happened here, and the people that paid the price for the world to see the true cost of these new weapons.

Needless to say, the prospect of a nuclear war is all the more terrifying, having seen the protratic and multi-faceted fallout experienced in Hiroshima. Not only were the immediate effects of the bomb devastating in that moment for so many lives, and the city itself, but those that survived within the radiation radius suffered horrific illnesses due to radiation poisoning, and still died, but slowly and painfully. People also thought radiation sickness was contagious so you also had to deal with a psychological torture alongside the physical pain. Add in that their city had been wiped out, there was barely any infrastructure to care for anyone or provide services, and the West was covering up the true fallout inflicted on these innocent people. If they survived those immediate years, many still developed cancers later in life in higher proportion, including impacts to their children. Lives, homes, jobs were lost. People who survived had to survive on nothing.

How does a city rebuild back from something like that? What we see in the city rebuilt is one of dignity, an amazing feat technically, mentally, physically, and structurally, that could so easily have taken a darker path, but chose peace and light and hope. An example to us all, that I hope no place ever has to go through again.

Back to the Present

We grab a lemon sorbet ice cream to try and lift our spirits as we head back to the hotel, putting the world to rights, and wishing for a simple solution.

Our room is no less luxurious than the reception bar we checked into earlier. We even have a view out onto the peace memorial and garden. It seems we’re lucky being here mid-week where the prices are a third of their weekend rate. We jump into bed and soothe our tired and saddened heads.

For dinner, we go to check out a recommendation from my buddy Karl. It’s a narrow four story building full of simple eateries, specialising in ‘okonomiyaki’. Okonomiyaki is, simply, a dish of noodles and fillings grilled on a big metal plate. We had some in Osaka, but this is a main dish of Hiroshima it seems. Two stools empty up facing a huge metal plate in front of a lone chef wielding metal spatulas.

We go for the squid and prawn mix, and the house special. It’s SO good. I’ve tried squid before and it was rubbery and tastless, this is smooth and easy to eat, the tiny prawns also juicy. You can just taste the freshness here, I doubt anything has been frozen, and it makes a massive difference.

Not only is the food itself gloriously tasty, the production itself is like watching a work of art being made. Each mound of ingredients expertly brought together by our head chef, whilst the younger woman at her side handles the admin and cleaning. There’s definitely a lot to be said for specialising in a certain dish and just doing it really well. Something Japan has gotten down to a fine art.

Peaceful Miyajima

Our second day in Hiroshima is spent visiting the neighbouring island, Miyajima, before we bullet train our way back across the country to Nara. We say farewell to our lovely hotel, and ditch our bags at the station. We’re amazed that there are coin lockers in almost every station in Japan. It’s SO useful, especially when accommodations have check-outs at 10am and check-ins as late as 4pm!

We take the ferry across to the island finding ourselves in a picturesque, old-style village, full of eateries and souvenir stalls to tempt the tourists to part with their cash. There are also ample pagodas and temples, and even some rather friendly deer!

We have a Mount to explore instead, so we speed through town, a beautiful garden, and jump onto the handy cablecar that will take us most of the way up.

There’s a (surprisingly strenuous) walk around the top of this Mount, across to the various viewpoints. It’s lush and green all around us, beautiful.

The forever flame kept burning since someone important started it hundreds of years ago

After exploring as much as we can, we decide on a route down that doesn’t threaten so many mamushi snakes. As we enjoy the jaunt down the hill, we pass many a hiker sweating and spluttering their way up. Something tells us many of these people didn’t realise how hard this would be, as we see all sorts somehow making their way slowly but surely up. Where there’s a will there’s a way. But I’m very glad we chose the easy option for the grand sum of £10.

As we make it to the end, some huge traditional roofs stick out amongst the trees. We pass an entrance, and there’s a whole complex behind these here walls, and no entry fee! We decide to check it out. And we’re glad we did. The place is huge, spectacular, and not too busy. There’s side gardens with jizo statues adorned with red crochet hats and bibs, prayer wheels lining the stairs up and around, pagodas and temples and cute traditional structures all over. Everywhere you look, there’s beauty, whether it’s natural or man-made, they seem to work perfectly together.

After this little find, we are well and truly shattered, and stop off for some food at a quiet hidden away eatery, enjoying a katsu curry and beer. We make our way back to the ferry, taking a few final photos of the famous floating torii.

And enjoying some traditional Miyajima stuffed cakes/biscuits:

After taking the ferry and tube back to pick-up our bags, we jump on the first bullet train at the platform, forgetting to check if it’s the one we reserved a seat for. It is not. As luck would have it, it isn’t the super-slow-stopping service that takes three hours, but a super-fast-two-stopping service that takes even less time than our way out here. If the world sped by before, now it is zooming by. The way out seemed just like a fast train. This one really feels like we’re on a bullet. Of course, the lucky locals on the window seats couldn’t care less, as they sleep, work, or distract themselves as they take this amazing feat of engineering for granted, and James and I stare out passed them and through the windows.

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Adventure – clambering down Miyajima and through the temple complex

Excitement – finding out we’re staying in a really fancy hotel for hardly anything, seeing very friendly deer, the amazing 360 views, and beauty of Miyajima

Trauma – more reminders of the horrors of man, and how much more relevant they are today, losing the very expensive train pass

15 May

Ooooo-saka

How many blog posts have started with us arriving somewhere absolutely knackered? Well you can add one more to the list! After a sleepless night due to illness the night before, followed by a 1.30am flight the day after, we arrive in Osaka deprived of rest and borderline delusional! Alex has done her homework though and guides us to the subway station to get from the airport to Osaka central. Of course we need to use cash to buy the tickets and seeing an ATM behind the subway barriers I ask a policeman (in an oversized uniform and wearing delicate white gloves and a blue cap) if we can go through to withdraw cash. “Oh! Not here. Over there.” He says, gesturing back towards the airport. His outfit and manner reminding me of numerous Nintendo titles and due to lack of sleep I feel like I’m in a video game.

Eventually we make it into Osaka central and as we walk around one of Japan’s most famous and largest cities, we feel a slight sense of unease. It’s a Sunday morning in the heart of a city and there are plenty of people milling around, including the occasional cosplay dresser but something is different. It is completely silent, you could hear a pin drop. Pedestrians obediently wait in line at crossings for the green man to show, even when there isn’t a car in sight. The lights change and more police (again in oversized uniforms) gently wave people across the road. No one shouts, no shrill whistles, no hordes of scooters beeping at you as they drive through red lights, just quiet tranquility. It is also immaculately clean and tidy. After the noisy chaos of Latin America and South East Asia this is quite the change of scene.

After a quick breakfast we head up to Namba Mall, one of many malls in Japan but this one has a unique feature, a landscaped garden on its stepped rooftop. We wander through the green leaves in the cool air and even feel a spot of rain or two, it’s most welcomed after melting every minute in Vietnam. We find a couple of chairs under the shelter of a tree and feeling exhausted and still under the weather I grab a few minutes of sleep. Alex is keen to explore and offers to meet me back here so I can grab more precious sleep, it’s tempting but I’ve been looking forward to Japan for a long, long time, sleep can wait. Almost immediately I’m glad I chose to explore as we stumble on the bizarre spectacle of a J-Pop band performing on a small rooftop stage. They’re in full costume and make-up and although they continuously cut out, there is a loud sound system too. Only a dozen or so people are sat watching them but the performers give it their all as they belt out high energy and expertly choreographed tunes. At the end of their first song we expect the locals to clap or cheer but there is just a deafening silence. The Westerners exchange awkward glances. This happens a couple more times before they finish their set with a graceful bow, now the locals burst into applause. That must be how it works here!

Moving on, curiosity gets the better of us and we follow the flow of cosplayers until we reach a street full of people in elaborate costumes from their favourite anime series. It seems there is a special event on today and the city is filled with anime, manga and video game characters. We follow the crowds until the streets are packed with people and yet again you could hear a pin drop, it’s quite eerie!

With Alex’s expert navigating we are soon in the shadow of the Tsutenkaku Tower and find a fried chicken place to stop for some lunch and rest. Eventually we can finally check-in to our Airbnb at 4pm and immediately crash into bed for a much needed nap.

Our first taste of delicious Japanese cuisine

Castle in the Sky

We start the day with a visit to Osaka castle. Perched well above the ground on a plinth of huge stones, the castle is elevated for defensive purposes but this also means it is visible from quite far away.

The crazy streets of Osaka

Construction or the castle began in 1583 by order of Toyotomi Hideyoshi. In 1597 construction was completed, Hideyoshi died the year after. The castle passed to his son, Toyotomi Hideyori.

In 1660, lightning ignited the gunpowder warehouse and the resulting explosion set the castle on fire!

For lunch, we follow Karl’s (one of Alex’s friends) suggestions of a sushi restaurant in a shopping mall in the city center. I’m not joking when I say it takes us almost an hour to find the place within the mall. It’s a very odd layout where most of the mall is only two stories while the part we need is on the fifth, buried away towards the back. After much despair we finally find the place and while it is open there is not another soul inside. Eventually a staff member spots us and sits us down. The chef comes out from the kitchen and hands us a basic menu seemingly just for dumb tourists like us. We point to a couple of platter options and await our fate. Most of the sushi is palatable at best with the chef watching us ominously over our shoulder to ensure we are enjoying it. Alex bravely swallows down the salmon eggs which explode an intense fishy liquid into your mouth on each pop while I appear to have saved the worst until last, sea urchin. I enjoy most food but this thing is horrid, tasting like a stagnant rock pool I have to switch my brain off detecting any taste while trying not to grimace with the chef watching on. I will have to thank Karl for his suggestion the next time I see him!

That evening, we head out to try Okonomiyaki, another one of Karl’s recommendations but hopefully a better one. It’s a kind of cross between a noodle dish and a pancake where the chef starts the process, combining all of the ingredients before serving it onto a hot plate infront of you to finish cooking it yourself. The small restaurant is run by a lovely couple who despite the language barrier make us feel very welcome and relaxed.

Universally Speaking

Now one of the days I’ve been most looking forward to for some time. Because I’m a big kid, I have wanted to do a theme park trip at some point in our travels. Having been to American parks in Florida I’m curious to explore a Japanese version and Universal Osaka is the park of choice. With pre-booked tickets bought weeks ago, we join the queue of thousands of other excited fans and furiously attempt to work out how the Universal app works. Super Nintendo World opened here in 2020 and is immensely popular. So much so that you need to reserve a time slot to ensure you’ll be allowed into this section. After much panic and fuss, once we get through the gates just after 8am we have confirmation we can visit Nintendo world at 9am! Result.

The majority of visitors are rushing towards Nintendo World hoping to get in first thing. This means they’re all rushing past the big Hollywood Dream rollercoaster by the entrance. Alex being of a nervous disposition for such thrills leaves me to it and having joined the “single riders” line I’m in the loading station in no time. On this ride you can choose a soundtrack (including Taylor Swift!?) to play as you fly along the tracks. Confused and not fully awake I somehow select a high energy J-Pop song similar to what we heard yesterday, that blasts in my ears as I hurtle along at 60mph. It’s quite the wake up call!

With that experience over, I’m questioning myself if I still enjoy rollercoasters while we head over to Super Nintendo World. We’re allowed in at 8.59 and immediately join the line to buy a Yoshi watch. These incredibly overpriced items allow us to play mini-games and collect digital coins and stamps within Nintendo World through the mobile app. I told you I was a big kid.

Still early in the day we join the line for the Mario Karts ride inside of Bowser’s Castle as the queue for this can be three hours long at the peak of the day!

We end up spending five hours in the Nintendo section of the park, here are a few more pictures…

Yoshi’s Calzone

After finally leaving Nintendo-land behind, even though we could have happily spent all day there, we explore some more of the park. We ride the classic Jaws ride with some genuinely scared locals, then seek a late lunch in the nautical themed cafe. While we digest our food we take a seat and enjoy the stunt show “Water World” based on yet another film that Alex has seen and I haven’t even heard of.

Sadly the Flying Dinosaur coaster was closed
But I still got to go on the Hollywood Dream

We finish the day in the Harry Potter biome of Hogsmeade. Alex has already done the Forbidden Journey ride in LA so I fast track the two hour queue by joining as a single rider. I get on instantly, closing my eyes in the section full of giant skittering spiders thank you very much. The last ride of the day will be Alex’s first rollercoaster, the family friendly Flight of the Hippogriff. Amusingly I’m told I am “too tall” when we board the middle of the train and we have to get on the next one at the front for “larger passengers”.We leave the park tired but content with a fun filled day. It’s been nice to be a child in wonderland again and forget about all of the horrors of the world by immersing ourselves in a land of make believe. It seems crazy that there can be places like this, full of joy and people losing themselves in their imagination while on the other side of the world wars are raging and people are in very desperate situations without hope. It makes us incredibly grateful we’re one of the lucky ones.

Beware of Bears

For our final full day in Osaka, Alex has picked an exploration of Koyosan, outside of the city, on recommendation of cousin Ben. A beautiful train ride leaves the city behind and we’re immersed in the lush green mountains. Arriving at our destination at the end of the line, we are the only ones on the train who opt to walk the route rather than take the funicular up the steep hill. As we begin the walk, we spot the first of several signs warning us about black bears inhabiting the area! No wonder everyone else opted for the safety of the funicular. We walk for one hour up the incline and only pass one soul on our journey. Reaching the end of this path we decide we’re hungry for more and Alex expertly plans our route onwards.

A while later we arrive in the town itself. Entering through a gigantic gateway, protected either side by huge monstrous guardians.

Walking through the main drag of Koyosan we spot a familiar face and have to go inside to see what merchandise is on offer.

TOTORO!

Koyosan is stuffed to the brim with incredible temples, pagodas, Tori gates and many more impressive sights, here are a few..

One of many beautiful pagodas
Wooden Tori gates
Making Alex chuckle with my silliness
The Instagram version

Our adventure in Koyosan ends with a scenic walk through a beautiful cemetery (Japan’s largest according to Wikipedia) and a visit to a famous shrine.

Returning to Osaka in the evening we opt to eat another local specialty, octopus balls. No not that, they are dough balls stuffed with octopus. And they’re pretty delicious.

After dinner we find a Nintendo themed bar nearby. We order a couple of beers and take each other on at Mario Karts on the N64. Alex hits me with a lighting bolt as I’m in 1st place going over the jump in Waluigi Stadium and I will never forgive her for it. Through nefarious methods Alex wins all of the races and we vow to leave before we get too competitive 😂

The last stop in Osaka is the famous bridge in Dotomburi district where the iconic running man picture comes from.

The famous running man

Epilogue

Our long day isn’t over yet as we trek back to Osaka Castle to pick up a Fitbit charger that has finally been delivered by Amazon. I can finally use my Fitbit again after Dad took my charger home in Hawaii and we lost countless hours looking for a replacement in South East Asia!

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Adventure – Cosplay festival. J-Pop weirdness. Adjusting to Japanese culture. So many beautiful temples, shrines, cemeteries and more in Koyosan.

Excitement – Super Nintendo World. Amazing food (minus the sea urchin).

Trauma – Absolute exhaustion on arrival and not being allowed into our Airbnb until 4pm. Universal App. Feeling poorly (James).

12 May

Vietnam – A Summary

Alex White / Vietnam / / 1 Comment

Rule of Three

Highlights (Alex): My birthday – cake, flowers, cooking class, boat rides, lovely dinner and wonderful show. Boating through Trang An in Ninh Binh, so peaceful and beautiful. The scenery of Ha Giang, just beautiful and wonderful to be within so much nature again

Highlights (James): Ha Giang loop, Ninh Binh tranquillity, Hoi An old town at night

Lowlights (Alex): the gun range in Cu Chi, the heat (again), hot and trapped in the train cabin

Lowlights (James): sleeper transports, heatstroke, scooter swarms of Ho Chi Minh City

Takeaways (Alex): the wealth disparity still exists here, but instead of the wealthy being imperialist foreigners, it is Vietnamese, and that seems more acceptable somehow? Seeing propaganda work both ways, I’m learning to question more and more what we’re told by the media or the powers that be. Never underestimate the will of a nation desperate to fight for their freedom, we rightly or wrongly have drawn parallels with Ukraine and Vietnam, both under-powered and underestimated, hopefully Ukraine wins out in the end too, but the USA was a very different country to Russia, so who knows.

Takeaways (James): discovering new things on a whim with no prior knowledge or expectations is really invigorating, and a rarity. Every country should have a catchy patriotic song. Feeling hot will never feel the same again after Vietnam

Description (Alex): Hugely varied, from crazy bustling cities, to the peaceful simple life of the country. Amazing food, it’s so fresh and varied, spring rolls, soups, curries, pancakes, stews, salads, all so tasty (although often spicy). Patriotic, and for good reason, they deserve their freedom and should be proud of what they have accomplished as a nation.

Description (James): Stunning countryside, hectic cities, chaotic culture… good coffee though

Entertainment

TV: Top Gear Vietnam, Kiki’s Delivery Service, The Cat Returns

Books: The Women

Podcasts: [the usual]

Where We Stayed

Airbnb (Ho Chi Minh City): ⭐️ 4

Uptown Hoi An Hotel: ⭐️ 5 pool, buffet breakfast, robes, huge bathroom, birthday treats

Hue Lovely Homestay: ⭐️ 3.5 lovely hosts, Happy the happy dog, just room a bit lacking in shape unfortunately

Tam Coc Relax Homestay: ⭐️ 4.5 amazing views, pool, breakfast, bikes, friendly, bathroom a bit basic and damp smell but brilliant

Hong Hao Hostel (Ha Giang): ⭐️ 3.5 great double bed dorm, as private as can be, free breakfast, letting us in at 4am

Yen Minh Homestay (Ha Giang Loop): ⭐️ 3 fine, bloody sheets, less fine

Tom Gu Dia Homestay (Ha Giang Loop): ⭐️ 3 great pool, weird ‘gym’?, shared bathroom, no sound insulation, fan only

Homestay Lam Nui (Ha Giang Loop): ⭐️ 3 good karaoke, filthy room

Hong Hao Hostel (Ha Giang) private room: 4 good bed and bath after 4 days on the bikes, no breakfast boo

Sunrise Paon Hotel (Hanoi): ⭐️ 4.5, if only the gym wasn’t entirely broken

Cutting Room Floor

  • The glowing red government signs informing the public of an update, and then switching over to a Tiffany’s advert. What is this country?
  • Sausages getting hot stone massages
  • Seeing said hot stones on the street floor in the morning presumably where they get washed
  • It’s impossible to forget what country you are in in Vietnam, at any moment you are probably no more than 5 metres from a flag, even in the countryside
  • It’s amazing to see the indigenous communities and cultures still going strong, serving a reminder of what was lost in Latin America
  • Their land up in Ha Giang is protected so they will always have their land to live from and keep their ways of life going
  • The propaganda billboards adjust to the region and up in Ha Gaing they depict the Hmong people compared to the city dwellers in the south posters
  • The very excited tour guide on a boat in Ninh Binh accompanying a Nepalese couple on what would have been a romantic boat ride for their honeymoon, except for the guide making conversation with everyone around asking nationalities
  • The fresh off the boat young British women with no clue how to use a squat toilet
  • Another nightmare wax scenario. This time worrying about being kidnapped, then robbed, then just personally berated for paying with a note twice the value of the wax after telling the lady I didn’t have enough money for a full wax
  • Add on being chastised because “in [your] country is not much money, here it is a lot”, with an eye roll and glare that I am scrimping on a full leg wax. At least the wax was good.
  • A reminder to never go anywhere not on Google, it’s about the only bit of leverage a tourist has.
  • The kids who weren’t remotely entertained by the water puppets, but also weren’t remotely parented by a single family member as they talked, yelled, and played with their seat cushions the whole way through the show
  • One of the kids even punched the (I assume) mother for attention, and she just took it like that was a standard occurrence
  • A caterpillar that found its way onto me before James and another guy delicately removed it from me, only for guide Emma to stomp on it and kill it
  • Too many 5 star Google reviews to be trusted, seemed very suspicious and you can’t filter by rating so it’s really hard to find potentially genuine bad reviews amongst the mass 5 stars
  • Street smoothie and coffee culture rather than getting drunk

Photos

Cheese icecream. Why not?
Back when we thought 41° was hot
Many women wear these full dress/wraps covering them from head to toe whilst they travel on scooters. Their eyes and shoes the only parts of them visible. Always stylish, despite the heat, smog and traffic
“Hello, I’m a tiny bat just resting up on this counter”
James attempting to wash out my eye in the street of Hoi An after I accidentally rubbed Tiger Balm into it
Some interesting consequences to actions to encourage you to behave better. There were four of these panels!
“Avoid overacting”
Beautiful water lilies everywhere in Ninh Binh
Beautiful flowers like the lanters of Hoi An
Fabulous darling
Being serenaded by this artist, who had overly long and dramatic films accompanying his songs, the acting was… intense. Got me hooked though!
Creepy chair placement in the old house we explored
Open air dentistry, and in a line, so you can hear the joyful screams of your companion in the next chair!
This super weird bug, that looked like a feather or flower, but was actually in a swarm of whatever they are, decimating the plant it was on
Not sure what this ladder was for other than to look more fabulous
Photobomb
Cafe cat
Gas masks in the hotel, reassuring?
Scrambled eggs to order
Specifying the lack of dog or cat meat is less reassuring that it probably intends to be
Sad sandwiches exist here too!
One of many examples of how to pack anything onto a bike
A few examples of Pavement or…
Pavement?
Pavement?
Pavement?
An actual bike park, although not sure how you get out when in the first row!
Having to buy 9 of an item to get 1 free seems less like a good deal
11 May

Last Hurrahs in Hanoi

Alex White / Vietnam / / 2 Comments

Hanoi is our last stop in Vietnam and South East Asia. We decide to treat ourselves to a nice hotel, as probably the last chance we’ll be able to do so for cheap. We prioritise somewhere with a pool and a gym as we’re both craving doing some exercise after being too hot to even stand still the last few months. The compromise is that our room doesn’t have a window. Who needs natural light anyway… or so James tells me.

We are greeted by a bell-hop at the door, given cool towels, a welcome drink, and a full introduction to the hotel. Amazing what a few extra pounds can get you in SE Asia. We’re informed they’ve even given us a free room upgrade to a room with a window, which makes me very happy when we get to the room and natural light streams in.

We enjoy some banh-mi sandwiches and a steak, egg, chips and cheese medley in a place styled like Santorini.

Hanoi is busy, but the swarms of scooters are nothing like in Ho Chi Minh, at least in the area we are staying. We’re also among familiar tourist company, as hotels, massage parlors, cafes and street food line every street on every block. I start a game of pavement or [insert what the pavement is used for instead] as we spend most of the time walking in the road as pavements are overladen with anything and everything, as a free extension of whatever trade opens onto it. That evening we check out the pool and gym. James has a round on the boxing bag, whilst I nervously step on the treadmill unsure how much my body has deteriorated in the last couple of months. I should have more faith in it. Not only do I find the (enforced) pace comfortable, I’m able to actually enjoy it for half an hour. It feels really good to have a workout and sweat from exertion rather than just the ambient temperature, there’s something very different to it, endorphins probably help! Nothing like a break from running to remind you how much you can enjoy it.

Dinner is a traditional Bun Cha dish which is some skewered pork, pork dumplings in a soup, a big plate of noodles, with fresh leaves. James is feeling a bit under the weather so we hope this homely soupy dish will sort him out.

Walking Tour

We’ve decided to do an old favourite, a free walking tour. Our guide today is Emma, she’s from Ninh Binh and is cute, smiley, bubbley, big energy, and speaks great English. Her tour takes us around the Old Quarter, and she fills in a few final blanks we’ve had from our time in Vietnam. A great end to our time here.

We start at a monument to the people. Atypically for Western cultures, there is a woman here too, showing that when enemies come, women must and will fight too. Go feminism. The man in the middle holds a stick in his hand with a bomb st the end of it, it’s a suicide bomb, and was often used as the only way to fight against tanks, showing that the people are so determined for independence, they will sacrifice their lives own lives for it.

We move along to Turtle Lake (its English-language name). There’s another monument, this time to the pen and the art of calligraphy. The ink pot is separate from the statue, because when the sun comes up at a certain time of year, 15th may, the shadow of the pen will meet the pot.

In the lake there were two giant turtles, 1m wide, the last one died in 2016 and they are preserved inside the museum. The oldest turtle was 200 years old. In English this lake is called Turtle Lake, but in Vietnamese, it is called Sword Lake after the following story. There was a lake king who had a precious sword, one day, a giant turtle came up in front of his boat, and he gave this turtle his sword to look after it. The turtle took the sword to the bottom of the lake. There is now a temple in honour of the turtle and those that came after it.

Pagodas have mandarin symbols because of Chinese rule in this area. Historically the people here spoke Chinese. But when the Portuguese came here, they found it too hard to read and understand, so they made the Vietnamese alphabet that is written like the latin alphabet, but with extra accents and lines to indicate the tonation, to recreate the Chinese words but in the latin alphabet. Now, learning English is the second language to learn here, not Mandarin or Cantonese. Emma tries to teach us how to say certain words, like the famous noodle soup Pho, which can mean road or prostitute depending how you pronounce it. Apparently you pronounce the O with a squiggly tone, like a question mark. Still no clue, other than to just point at the word rather than attempt to say it!

Making tiny hearts with our thumbs, apparently

Time for some quick-fire learning…

Ha Noi = city inside river. The red river comes from china. Vietnam = historically were the people of the south of China.

We find out the five colour flag we’ve seen across the country actually represents the five elements, wood, fire, earth, metal, and water. They have them up for festivities, so they’re up a lot this week because of Reunification Day.

We have seen people burning things in the street. Emma explains these are offerings to send money or cars or any good to their ancestors. So you can buy wedges of fake notes, or paper versions of items you want to send to your ancestors. These offerings heighted during full moons. They show respect and honouring ancestors. This all seems very similar to the burning of items in the altiplano! Incredibly how completely disparate cultures come up with the same ideas. It’s also another reminder of how little we do to remember our own ancestors in England compared to other cultures.

But also, if they don’t send these things to their ancestors, they could suffer from the “hungry ghosts”. Or maybe angry ghosts. Or just hangry, who knows!

Vietnam was an agricultural country, they worshipped gods of nature to get full crops. Now, 70% are athiest.

In 2016, Vietnam received UNESCO recognition for their intangible heritage in practices related to the Viet beliefs in the Mother Godesses of Three Realms. This is one of the few places in the world with female gods. The people are considered the children of the female gods.

Pagoda is for buddhas. Temples are for kings and queens.

Incense connects land with the heaven/sky.

Crane on turtle statue, one seen all over. Represents yin and yang, a symbol of taoism. The turtle is stability, grounding, the crane is freedom, detached from the events of life. Around this is a winding lotus flower, which is a symbol of buddishm. It is a mishmash of religions.

There are 7m scooters/bikes, and 9m people. Emma half-jokes that the pavement is for parking, the road for walking. By comparison, there are 12m people in Ho Chi Minh City.

Tax is based on the width of your house, which is why buildings are so thin and tall.

Old houses had iron bars to protect from burglars, but also meant you couldn’t escape from fires, which happened quite often with all the wooden buildings, temples and pagodas.

There are 1m people in old quarter alone.

Vietnam had 2000 years of feudalism, then 100 years of French.

50% of surnames are Nguyen, named after the last emperor, based in Hue. This was the last dynasty of Vietnam, which ended in 1945. People would change their names voluntarily or by threat to whomever was the new emperor.

In 1945, Ho Chi Minh (another Nguyen) started the new country of Vietnam free from emperors and the French. Sept 2nd 1945 was their independence day.

Original government housing, now over 100 years old with 40 families living here. It was originally for government workers
Fresh, beautifully colourful and not wrapped in plastic, food

Amongst the food ‘oddities’ are red jellyfish. They aren’t naturally red though, they are dyed that colour, because red brings good luck. Emma tells us that everything gets eaten here, there’s no waste. They eat the brains of animals because they think it will make them smarter.

The biggest wholesale market in Vietnam. The women sit cross legged atop their miles of fabric (not in shot). There are 2000 vendors in here, over 3 floors

We bimble along to “Eiffel tower bridge” that is now over 100 years old. It actually has no link to Eiffel, other than the French built it, and it has a similar style, except lying flat.

Apparently you drive up on the left-hand side of the bridge here, opposite to the side of the road you typically drive on here. Except of course, for the many bikes that drive the opposite way because… well because it’s Vietnam

Jumping forward to 1986 and the world economic crisis. Due to this, Vietnam had to open up the economy, changing from its previous centralised economy. It was now open to foreign investment, and why we see so many foreign brands here today.

The “Vietnam War” was (according to Emma) a war between Soviets and Allies, Vietnam just caught in the middle and was the unfortunate territory for the factions to battle it out. Something we’ve seen happen over and over since, sadly.

Waiting on a Train

That evening we head to the aptly named ‘Train Street’. It’s where a train track runs through the city, and a bunch of bars and cafes open up onto said train track. We’ve been warned by Emma that now you have to be “invited” into a cafe or bar before being allowed in here. Apparently due to “accidents”. Now, maybe it’s our ever-growing cynicism in this country, but this seems a rather convenient way to fleece tourists of money instead of letting them come and take photos of a train for free. Thankfully the beers actually aren’t that expensive, so we sit, and we wait.

7pm passes us by, but a train does not. The next scheduled train is apparently 7:45. We wait. No train. We have more beers. Time ticks on. People who have been here longer than us, give up and leave.

We wait. People arrive, waiters assure them a train is coming in 15 minutes… we’ve unfortunately learnt not to trust these sales pitches.

But, to our surprise, suddenly a bell rings out and it’s bedlam. The bar staff yell at everyone to get behind the line. An Australian ignores her, repeatedly. She’s just trying to stop us getting hit by a train and/or getting this whole chaos-centre that provides so many livelihoods shut down, but let’s not let that get in the way of the man’s photo! Eventually the crowds obey their orders as the train slowly cruises past, and the tourists whoop, cheer and applaud the one car train. How easily pleased we are!

All Killer, No Filler

A burgeoning cold James has been in denial about for the last couple of days now takes full hold and knocks him for six. He’s going nowhere today. I’ve seen what else there is to do here on my previous trip, so I’m happy just having a day to rest in the hotel, getting banh mi from the same place, third time in a row, snoozing, doing a long, slow, yoga stretch session, and catching up on the to-do list. I’m still owed a glass of wine I had been craving for my birthday back in Hanoi, but was too poorly to claim, so James has found us a couple of bars to try out.

Wandering around in the evening, I notice all these tiny little doorways leading into the back, that will take you up to a second floor bar. Styled like a trendy bar, above a tacky souvenir or tour shop. You’d never notice them if you weren’t looking! Our first stop is one such bar, we could have been transported to a London speakeasy. We order a couple of drinks on happy hour from the joyful bartender also celebrating his birthday.

After this, we head over to a wine bar, but as we walk in and are seated, we realise this is more restaurant than bar. Well, I suppose it can’t hurt to just look at the menu…Inside there’s a glorious array of French Alps food, including raclette and fondue. We do a quick check of the budget and decide we can have a final slight splurge on a raclette and large salad, alongside two glasses of wine. It’s been a long time since we’ve had decent cheese, even longer since we’ve had wine, so this is a real treat for our taste buds and soulds. Oh happiness! What a joyous end to our time here.

Final Tick-Boxing

Our flight to Japan isn’t until 1:20am tonight, and to stay any longer in the hotel room costs money, so we put our new highly trained skill into practice, of killing time! Thankfully, we’ve got a bunch of things I still want to do before we head off. Unluckily for James, he’s still feeling pretty rotten, and the heat of Hanoi means resting on the loungers on the rooftop can only be sustained for so long. So, time for the final smash and grab. First stop is to see the famed water puppet show. We get an audio-guide, assuming it’ll translate the screeching Vietnamese. It does not. It explains some of the context of the fables depicted in the water, but really, you could probably just figure this out and enjoy the show and music without it. It’s cute, well done, at times a bit magical, and always beautiful.

Water puppet show

Next up, a magnet, easily acquired around these parts! There are even countless souvenirs dedicated to Totoro! Time for some last coffee for me. Where usually I can’t stomach the bitter taste, I’ve highly enjoyed the various types of accompaniments to the bitter Vietnamese coffee, such as coconut, condensed milk, cream and other sugary, sweet, milky additions.

Last cold coffees of wonderful different flavours (and sugar so I enjoy them!)

We’ve then decided to try out a foot massage at one of the many massage parlors. We’ve never had one before, but seeing the joy it gave Jeremy Clarkson on the old Vietnam episode of Top Gear, we’re keen to give it a try whilst it still costs a couple of quid! It’s totally worth it. We even get pummelled with tiny plastic hammers. James relaxes for a bit, and we hope the massage releases some of his illness. With no more cash, no more boxes left to tick, and a worn out James, we decide to just head to the airport.

Feet massage
Someone could get used to this

Shaken not Stirred

After killing as much time as possible in Hanoi city, we make our way to the airport to kill some more time before our 1:20am flight. Thankfully, once more, we can drop our bags off hours in advance. Why can’t we do this in Europe?!

We try and get a nap in on the rows of seats, but it’s just not happening. Exhausted we board, and find ourselves on literally the last row of seats on the plane. Not only that, our row is infront of the toilets, so not only can we not recline our seats, but our leg room is significantly cut off compared to our row-buddies on the other side of the plane. We can’t always have good luck eh. We hope the lights will be dimmed so we can eke out as much sleep from this four hour flight, but of course the budget airline has money to be made, so the lights stay on whilst they tout their food and drinks through the aisle. Eventually they finish and dim the lights, and we doze off…

… to be rudely awoken by some of the worst turbulence either of us have ever experienced. As much as I try and reassure myself that the back of the plane is the worst for it and it’s probably not as bad as it feels, seeing a man come back from the toilet flung from side to side even in the middle brings back the harsh reality that this really is one bumpy ride. Thoughts of Malaysia flight 370 pop into my head as I plead for the turbulence to stop, but it doesn’t. After what seems like forever, we eventually make it through the bumps. I guess we won’t be sleeping on this flight after all.

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Adventure – exploring Old Town, finding little streets everywhere, a bit like London

Excitement – finding raclette on a menu, having my first wine in a long time

Trauma – the worst plane ride, misbehaving kids at the puppet show, yet another terrible leg wax experience, a very poorly James

07 May

Ha Giang – Biker Gang

Prelude

Departing a sleepless night bus we stumble wearily into the hostel around 4am, startling the poor bloke on the graveyard shift sleeping on a blow up mattress. He checks us in and we find a giant double bed/pod in a large dorm room with God knows how many other people. As per usual in a shared dorm, there is someone snoring as loudly as a drunken hippopotamus. Still we manage to grab a few precious hours of sleep before the big tour, four days on the back of motorbikes, driven by locals, exploring the countryside of the Ha Giang loop.

Day One – Introducing

The day begins with a chaotic breakfast as dozens of hungry and tired backpackers tuck into banh mi bread and eggs. There is hardly any room to sit as everyone tries to figure out their tour group, eat brekkie, store their bags and pay for things at the same time. If anywhere can handle organized chaos it’s Vietnam. Before we know it we’re designated blue wrist bands and are introduced to our guide Son. He gives us a quick debrief of the route as our rucksacks are secured to the back of the motorbikes. Alex has hit the jackpot (or so she thinks) by being paired with Son, he has the best English of the “Easy Rider” drivers and will be at the front of the pack. I’m paired with the lovely Kai, a 24 year old, fresh faced chap wearing a flannel shirt. A match made in heaven.

The other backpackers on our team are Nathan and Lisa from France, they are also traveling for one year but only started in March, they have a long way to go! Rasmus from Sweden, Jost from Germany and finally Fin and Alfie from the UK who are the only pair brave enough to ride their own bike.

For the most part I’ll let the pictures do the talking on this blog. I can’t possibly describe the jaw-dropping, continuous beauty and the awe-inspiring landscapes we will see on this four day adventure. The pictures can say one thousand words for me…

Pictures

And they’re off. Racing through town to start the trip.
First photo op
Climbing higher
Tight squeeze
Go team
An old house from the olden times
Yummy dinner
Happy Birthday in the karaoke bar 🎤

Highlights

  • The literal endless fields of corn, that sprawl off not only into the distance, but up into the karst monoliths, and in every tiny bit of soil that a seed could be planted
  • Corn even being planted under pine trees, not a combo I’d ever thought would work
  • At one of the many viewpoint stops we get speaking to Rasmus. He’s got a big DSLR camera hanging from his neck and has been brave enough to take pictures from his motorbike while zooming around
  • We chat about where we’ve travelled and where we hope to go. Both agreeing that what we’ve seen of Ha Giang so far has been stunning.
  • A kid in the rice basket of its mum on her back
  • Amongst the corn, are tomatoes, hemp, and cabbages. All toiled by hand or buffalo, nothing by machine, because the terrain isn’t flat or large. It reminds us of the family farms of South America, except for some reason here they favour planting corn in every inch rather than terracing the soil
  • During dinner on the first night we are introduced to “Happy Water”, an alcoholic clear liquid made from corn. It smells like gasoline and doesn’t taste much better but after the first few shots you don’t notice so much.
  • We’re also introduced to a Vietnamese toast. The softly spoken Son erupts with a bellowing “ARE YOU READY???” followed by “Mot hai ba zu” which we must all loudly shout back at him.
  • We go through this process for each and every shot with alternating toast makers.
  • Feeling rather merry and full of food, we stumble across the road to a karaoke bar.
  • Other tour groups join us and we mostly enjoy a beer while watching various levels of singing ability step up to the mic.
  • All of the Vietnamese guides are good singers and put most of us to shame!
  • Memorable songs include The Grateful Dead, Sisqo, Zombie (sang by Rasmus and I) and My Heart Will Go On, still going strong 25 years later.
  • Jost gives a German rendition of Kinky Boots. An Irish rebel song that is apparently very popular in Germany!

Day Two – The Whacky Races

Pictures

One of the deepest canyons in Vietnam
Flying

Highlights

  • Hooning down a rocky road towards the river, the road is full of trucks and other scooters fighting for space and dominance between the construction vehicles working at the sides of the road
  • Son tells Alex that tourism has not just brought money to the region, but infrastructure. Not long ago, these indigenous villages didn’t have electricity or roads, but now the roads are smooth and well built, there’s electricity and concrete water reservoirs in each stint, allowing the people to live better, easier. They are happy for the tourists to be here because their lives improve by proxy.
  • When asking if this means the young are all leaving to not be farmers like their parents (like we’ve seen all over the world), Son says that hasn’t happened here. Of course some go to the cities, but why would you want to, life is simple and beautiful here, Son wouldn’t give it up for the traffic and office-life of Hanoi
  • Groups from Mama’s Homestay buzzing past us. Up to forty people in their groups.. glad we are not in that lot with all of the young Zoomers.
  • Enjoying a chilled boat tour, cruising through a giant gap in the cliffs
  • Jost once more hitting himself in the balls with his bum bag while jumping on the boat
  • Flying up a busy winding road, weaving between all sorts of vehicles. Sometimes the bikes are three in a row across the road, hair raising stuff.
  • After this section, Alex has decided she’s had enough of being at the front and we swap drivers! I ride with Son upfront while Alex goes with Kai in third place.
  • Chatting with Son as we ride around on the bikes. He’s only been learning English for two months but he is very good and likes pointing things out along the way.
  • Kai and other drivers practicing their karaoke at the viewpoints along the road. Most cafe stops have a speaker and microphone setup.
  • Being introduced to a patriotic Vietnamese song “Come with me, we’ll travel round Vietnammmmm” https://open.spotify.com/track/7mH8VdFhEd8HsaOWA9nIGa?si=-riF8pguQQaIdqjNE1uQPA
  • Playing the shuttlecock kicking game every time we stop at a viewpoint. Usually in the middle of the road which is frequently interrupted by bikes and trucks
  • Said shuttlecock flying over the edge onto the farmland below which someone has to go and fetch
  • Jost trying the tobacco bong. Not for the faint hearted.
  • Enjoying a cold beer or salted coffee with a stunning view
  • Arriving at our homestay to see it has a massive swimming pool which we all jump into on arrival
  • There is even a mini gym next to the pool where a few drivers have a short workout
  • Another huge meal featuring many shots of Happy Water
  • Son appearing at the dinner table blurry eyed and slurring his words. A friend of his that lives nearby got him good and drunk as soon as we got off the bikes
  • Alex’s turn to be toast master, she gives a toast in Spanish, salud!
  • Chatting with Nathan and Lisa who live in Brittany. They’re also travelling for a year without working and are essentially doing a similar route to us but in reverse. They’ve done Japan and are working their way through Asia and will be visiting Latin America in a few months time.
  • Playing cards after dinner next to the pool
  • Trumps is the name of the game and Alex and I get into a final round showdown

Day Three – Riders of the Storm

Pictures

A soggy start to the day
Not all of us got the memo about swimming today
The boy can fly
Alex entertaining the local children
Maybe this is where the shuttlecock feathers come from?
A local lady showing us how they make clothes from hemp
This lady is 95 years old and still working every day
Can you spot the bosom of Mother Earth?
MOT HAI BA ZU
Karaoke chaos

Highlights

  • Waiting for the rain to pass in the morning… Or is it the drivers waiting for their hangover to pass
  • Watching dozens of Westerners flail around in the waterfall pool
  • Jost sets the trend for jumping off the cliff into the pool below. He’s the first one to do it and after that a long line of people queue up to do the same
  • Some attempt somersaults and flips. Rasmus shows them all how it should be done with some impressive acrobatics
  • An alternative approach is a classic bellyflop which someone does from a much lower height to great applause
  • Playing with local kids at a rest stop. Alex introduces them to Totoro while I let one put on my sunglasses and he beams a big smile. All the while trying to stop them from drinking our coffees!
  • Jost once more speed walking, unable to run to catch us up to protect his balls
  • Textiles tour. Seeing how locals make clothing from hemp and use various dyes to being the fabrics to life
  • Passing a rose farm, unexpected
  • Son and I falling off the bike as we approach the homestay. Luckily we managed to save ourselves from any serious injury!
  • Staying in a clay hut. The bathroom window was simply a hole cut out of the wall a.k.a a tunnel for critters to enter our home
  • Luckily we avoided anything large, unlike the French couple who were greeted by a massive spider in their bathroom
  • Lots and lots of happy water
  • Fish that tasted like dirt
  • My turn to lead the toast, I went for the Vietnamese option as the English one is so dull. I’m pretty sure I messed it up but it did the job.
  • Everyone wanted a go on the karaoke tonight… Son tries to sing My Heart Will Go One but struggles with the English words so we all help him out.
  • Alex, Rasmus and I belt out Seven Nation Army.
  • Jost sings his favourite Kinky Boots and also 99 red balloons.
  • Nathan and Lisa go for Merci Les Blues (A world cup version of Allez Les Blues).
  • Alex and I go for a Blink 182 song but then realise most of our group was born post 2000 and probably doesn’t know the song like we do!
  • Rasmus steps in and we tenderly sing Teenage Dirtbag (still a classic)
  • Caving into peer pressure Alfie and Fin sing together and go for a romantic rendition of Unwritten by Natasha Beddingfield!
  • Jost tells us hilarious stories of his time in the German army and discovering his Drill Sergeant used to be an adult entertainer. I haven’t laughed like that in a long long time.

Day Four – Homeward Bound

Pictures

Our first bit of walking in a while, sweaty messes!

Highlights

  • Hiking up to a fascinating cave. We’ve seen a few by now but this one was still cool. Only discovered in 2017 too.
  • Enjoying a coffee while dance music pumps out and the drivers rave around. It’s nice to see them enjoying the job they do pretty much every day of the week
  • Double lunch portions (as if we needed any more food)
  • Weaving between the buffalo crossing the road
  • Photoshoot by the waterfall with the whole gang
  • Arriving back in one unscathed piece

And that’s the end of our incredible journey around the countryside of Northern Vietnam. While a part of me would have loved to drive this route at other times I would have been terrified and uncomfortable so it was the right decision to have the expert drivers do the hard work for us. Fair play to Alfie and Fin for driving it themselves and keeping pace with the guys who do these roads every day.

Our group quickly disperses and we each go our separate ways. Another trip where we’ve been blessed with a great group of people, especially after we see some absolute twerps in other groups!

Alex and I spend the night back at the hostel where we started a few days ago. Though this time we have the peace of a private room and rinse off all of the dirt and dust from the road.

Next stop… The capital city: Hanoi

BONUS KITTY

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Adventure – The whole drive from start to finish, the views, scenery and atmosphere were just incredible. Playing the shuttlecock game at every stop. Chatting with our lovely group.

Excitement – Holding on for dear life. Swimming in a nice clean pool on day two. Karaoke fun. Each round of Mot Hai Ba Zoo (happy water toast).

Trauma – Someone guessing our age as “forty something” (Rasmus 👀). The happy hangovers. Five new beds in five nights.

03 May

Gorgeously Green Ninh Binh

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Ninh Binh marks the start of stuff I haven’t done before in Vietnam. It’s only really thanks to Hector it even makes it into the route, so we’re super grateful for the recommendation, and would pass it on to anyone coming to Vietnam. It was beautiful.

Before I realised how little sleep I would get

We arrive two hours early to our already scheduled early arrival. To our huge relief and surprise, when we descend from the bus, we don’t step into soup. The air isn’t thick. And we don’t instantly start sweating! REJOICE!

Our homestay hosts are thankfully already up, but they’re clearly just starting out the day. Understandably so at 6am! We drop off our bags and head to one of the only cafes open at this hour, and gratefully order some coffees and refreshing smoothie bowls. Neither of us slept particularly well (if at all) and check-in isn’t until 1pm, we have a lot of time to kill with tired heads.

After a few hours wasted with blurry heads (one of us napping head down on the table) trying to figure out what we can do on the little energy we have, James has come up with a plan. We’ll take the free bicycles out for a ride and explore some of the more local scenery. Our first stop is a waterway with boat tours where the oarswomen row with their feet!

We land row our way to the next stop, Thai Vy Temple. Our way there is through lush green paddy fields, on empty single-track roads. Perfect for a bimble on the bikes, and a wonderful experience after being in cities for the last however long.

Next up is to a viewpoint, which doesn’t have much info about it when we get there, so we just wander around following what looks like a path up and up.

Clambering up and over some rocks, we make it to something that looks like a top. The view opening up to the waterway we saw before, the boats, now little in the distance, slowly meandering across, the lush green paddy fields sprawling the land below, and the karst limestone monoliths framing the scene. Stunning.

Now back to sweaty again, we head back down for our next bimble along…

…to Bich Dong Pagoda. A pagoda set into a cliffside.

Sufficiently exhausted and now back to very hot again, James finds us a place for lunch that does burgers and craft beer. There’s also a little pool in the middle to cool off my little piggies, and fans for every booth.

We kill the final hours here enjoying some much needed comfort food and booze. Before heading to the homestay to (try and) check-in. Eventually, we are invited to our room, with a spectacular view over the paddy fields behind the house. The photo does it no justice.

A room with a view

Having been largely awake for more than 36 hours, and still full from our luscious lunch, we spend the evening resting and having a pho from next-door for dinner.

“Just Drive at Them”

Our next day we’re going slightly further afield that requires our getting back on a scooter. Reviews of our destinations warn us of scams on arrival of people standing in your way to force you to park in their establishment. It’s not been since Costa Rica where we’ve had to deal with this level of aggressive touts.

Mentally armed, we scoot passed the first few ladies waving, flapping rags, and stepping into our paths. We get to the entrance where we have to slow down as a man stands infront of us and maneuvers with greater ease than us whilst demanding that he is the official carpark warden. He points at something on his chest quickly, then the gate sign, as if to indicate they say the same thing, but he doesn’t show us long enough to know for sure. He is adamant we can go no further. We have no idea who to believe at this point, but 10k dong here vs 10k dong 5ft inside makes little difference other than out of principle. I hop off and ask another tourist inside who tells me the parking is where he is. We give in. I’m now fairly certain he wasn’t genuine, but what could we do? These kinds of scams really do nothing but put tourists off going to these places, which means no tourists to scam, but this wouldn’t be the first place people only think of the immediate buck they can make. Entrances paid, it’s time to climb up to the viewpoint above Mua Cave.

The views are pretty spectacular. At the very top lies a dragon across the jagged rocks. Tourists clamber all over them, so of course we join the queue. It wasn’t worth it. This is clearly not for people to explore, and there are too many people up here, not to mention the ones who take 500 photos instead of letting others enjoy the experience, as I hug the dragon for stability and clamber around, hoping to find a safe foothold where there really aren’t any. The view really isn’t anything more from the dragon, so we clamber down and leave the zoomers to it.

Underneath the viewpoint is the Mua Cave that is the main named attraction here. There’s a cute little tunnel out and back, and this open cave where we enjoy the breeze, but for sure the star attraction is the view.

Up next is the Hoa Lo Ancient Capital. Having missed redoing the Imperial City of Hue, I’m a bit more energised for this one, especially now the temperature is only in its 30s. Once more we brace ourselves for the scammers, and scoot through, scooting so far through we end up driving into the Capital itself. We’re waved through the ticket gate and don’t really know what to do with ourselves, so we just park up where some other bikes are and leave off there with a shrug. There’s another clamber up some stairs for a view, but the rest is all wandering around some temples/pagodas, all well restored/retained, although not hugely well annotated so all I have are more pretty pictures:

Fully pagoda’d/temple’d out, we scoot on down to a lunch spot with a view and enjoy a set menu overlooking more rice paddies.

We were originally going to do a boat trip this afternoon, but the previous day’s exhaustion is still taking it out of us today, and with a post-lunch slump, we decide to head back to the homestay for a nap and leave the boat for tomorrow. It was very much needed. We’re now at a point of the travels that I think we’re more willing to skip things and prioritise our health and sanity.

We still drag ourselves back out again that evening though, into the rain now for the first time. James does a brilliant job scooting with no visor or eye protection, as both our minds think… “perhaps this isn’t worth the risk, perhaps we should turn back”. Before the doubts can really take hold, we near a beautifully illuminated gateway, enticing us to keep on, as the rain also starts to drop off.

Our determination is rewarded with some of the most beautiful scenes we’ve come across, and we’ve of course come across a lot! Worried for more parking scams, we park further away from our destination, but we needn’t have bothered. The Silver Pagodas of Ninh Binh are the absolute antithesis to the tourist traps across Vietnam. There’s one security man relaxing in his chair, and a handful of tourists wandering around, and nothing else but peace and quiet. No touts. No crooks. No scammers. No vendors. No-one yelling and trying to fleece us of whatever money they can. It’s slightly disorienting! Why is this place so peaceful where everywhere else is chaos? We still don’t know. Our only theory is that these Pagodas are new and so the vast majority of tourists haven’t found them yet. Most tourists also come to Ninh Binh for a day trip, hitting the viewpoints and old Pagodas, leaving for their return legs as it gets dark, meaning this night-time wonderland is empty. No tourists = no touts. Whatever, we just enjoy it, mouths wide open, taking it all in.

These Silver Pagodas are newly built, but beautifully done. Inside they are carved with scenes depicting the history of Vietnam. Some people might care that they’ve been created purely for tourists, but we don’t. They’ve been done beautifully well, and so we appreciate them as a bit of modern architecture just the same.

We dine at a Korean BBQ place that seems to be one of only a few places open, and then head back with content bellies, and revived touristed out souls.

On the journey back though we spot what look like some other huge illuminated castles or temples. There’s nothing on Google maps, but perhaps these are also new and not yet discovered. After detouring down a few backroads to try and close enough to see what on Earth they are, we eventually let curiosity win and just head straight for them. What we find, we could not predict…

These absolutely monstrous houses are plonked in some new grid-like development, of empty plots and other monstrous houses. The only other building around is a Pullman hotel that is lit up like a Christmas tree that we saw from afar. Except when we get to it, we realise it’s shut. Everything, is empty. The only life is by way of security guards sitting in the gateways to the houses. The rest of this area, empty, dark, silent. It doesn’t make any sense. If you had this much money to build these huge mansions, wouldn’t you also want some privacy? But the windows, doors and entrance ways are all visible from the street as the building footprints go right to the perimeters. They’re also really similar in style. Why would you want a mansion like your neighbour? It’s like nothing we see western money get spent on, as we scoot around this literal ghost town. We then notice all the CCTV cameras everywhere, something we’ve not seen anywhere else. We’re being watched…

We scoot around some more blocks for some hints to what this gaudy empty mansions are all about, and eventually end up at one illuminated to Christmas levels, with a car at the front door, and a draped curtain entrance. Still no-one around, but an illuminated sign of Xuan Thien group. Above the sign, a big clock, with a display of a person cleaning it from the inside. Just in case this place wasn’t creepy enough, they project a digital clock cleaner?!

Figuring we are now probably on a few watch-lists, we quickly scamper on away from the guarded but empty ghost town. Later research tells us that these are the homes of some of the wealthiest men in Vietnam, part of the Xuan Thien family. These homes are seemingly holiday homes or just investments, that no doubt will lie empty for perhaps their entire existence. Wasn’t this meant to be a communist country, we think to ourselves as we keep an eye on our wing mirror…

Trang-An Boat Gang

Having survived the night without a knock at the door to be carted away, it’s our final day in Ninh Binh and we’re off on a boat ride. We decide to take the back roads today to make the most of the incredible views and peace of scooting through the endless rice paddies.

All the Chinese New Year animals

Thankfully, today we don’t have to drive at anyone, as the official carpark is obvious and open for business. We group up with a Brit and a Maltese and jump in a boat bound for Route 2. What follows is a two-three hour boat trip, rowed by hand, through the karst monoliths, shallow cave systems, and some stops at pagodas. It’s really quite beautiful, and so much more peaceful than our tours around Khao Sok or the Philippines where you’re on noisy motorboats all the way around. This, is bliss. We’re fully surrounded by nature and greenery, and we’re not melting. Happiness.

I’d like to be able to say what any of these things are. But I’ve no idea. For all I know they’ve all been built to entertain us tourists. What I do know is that they’re beautiful and peaceful and I thoroughly enjoy the ride.

It’s time for us to say goodbye to Ninh Binh after the boat ride, as we stop off for the local dish of goat for lunch, before some more coffees, and embarking on our night bus up to Ha Giang, for our next adventure.

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Adventure – Bimbling about on bicycles through the rice paddies, so calm and peaceful, clambering through paths

Excitement – not melting from heat! Getting really decent western food at the cafe and Aussie place, getting a really great tofu banh mi at the bus stop, being shown how to eat the goat dish properly

Trauma – parking attendants/scam artists, waiting to check in after not sleeping for so long