Things that make you go ewww ....

On the boat ride to Vung Tau, a popular beach resort south of HoChi Minh City, I stumbled upon this notice to passengers. The boat is very old and I think the English signage is a throw back to when the American War (what the call the Vietnam War) was happening. One part struck me as odd. It made me wonder if what happened in Vung Tau stayed in Vung Tau.

Green Guys

No, they are not environmentalists. They are street crossers. They assist the elderly, the young, and the tourist in negotiating HoChi Minh City’s traffic patterns. These green guys generally hang out around hotels and major points of interest in HCMC (so “tourist walking” is where the big business is), and they wear all green to indicate that they are “official.” But who are these green gods? They are from the city’s Youth Volunteer Brigade, and they know what it takes to cross the street safely. So the next time your travels take you to Saigon/HoChi Minh City, don’t let someone dressed in another color walk you across the street ... who knows where you’ll end up if you do.

Desperately Seeking Noam Chomsky

I am really trying to communicate in my version of Vietnamese. It hasn’t been going too well. A sample:
ME: (in Vietnamese) “How do you say ‘lemon’?”
Waiter: (in English) “Lemon?”
ME: (in Vietnamese) “Yes, how do you say lemon?”
Waiter: “Lemon.”

The Rice Fields

The next time you sit in front of a bowl of rice, I ask that you give a silent shout out to the people who farmed it. I tried to pretend I was one with the paddies, but the walk out through the the swampy rice stew alone tired me out. Plus there is that fear that you might stumble upon some one's ankle, hacked off in their frenzy to cut the rice down for milling. The poorer farmers do not have the electric miller that you see in these pictures; they hack down the rice and carry it to ground where they beat it with rocks to get the grains out. And the process I just explained is just one in a series. There's the planting of the seeds, the agitating of the seeds (I think that means they tease them), the milling, the husking, and the polishing (for white rice). So if you don't want to eat brown rice for health reasons, do it so that these good people have do one less thing to worry about. Oh behalf of all freelance rice farmers, I thank you.

Meet Linh

Pham Thi Thuy Linh is 13 years old and is waiting for an operation that will remove the hump from her back. She is scared of the operation, but she understands that weight needs to be taken off her spine so that she can live without pain. Most days the pain is so bad, she cannot walk. Linh is probably a victim of Agent Orange, but getting designated as such is more difficult now that the US and Vietnam have mended fences. Clearly it is not in the US’s interest to admit their wartime chemical continues to plague this country, and Vietnam doesn’t want to push the issue.
Linh was born without arms and has beautiful teeth. She is religious about her oral hygiene, and holds her toothbrush with her foot. She opens doors by using her head and chin and wears only elastic pants so that she can shimmy up and down bathroom walls to use the toilet. Linh lives in a “village” created by the Tu Du Hospital. She is one of 60 children who were born with defects and abandoned by their families. But she doesn’t want to go home even if her parents came back for her because she is happy and she loves her brothers and sisters. Linh spends most of her free time listening to pop music; she says she doesn’t dance … at least not yet.

My Chuchi Experience

Enough as been written about the Chuchi Tunnels so instead of regurgitating the history behind the vast and complex VC tunnel system, I thought I'd give you the highlights from my experience. First off, you need to understand that the Vietnamese have no problem in stating the obvious. If you are plump, you will be called “big man” or “big lady,” so hope they don’t characterize you this way. Before getting to the tunnels, everyone in my pack was lined up, and the guide went down the row pointing to people on which tunnel they could see. Tunnels have been recreated a littler wider for westerners to act like VC. Down the line they went: “big tunnel .. big tunnel .. little tunnel”; the closer they got to me, the more I wanted to be labeled “little tunnel.”
They pointed to me, sent me in with the smaller people, explained that we would be going down 8 meters into the ground and tunneling across 100 meters. There were “air holes” at 50 meters and the guide smiled and said “no problem, let’s go.” I was trying my best to remember metric conversions .. wondering how far and long would I be underground? What was this about an air hole? Does this mean I can’t breath before then? Suddenly I wanted to be fat.
The photos are of me getting in to the tunnel (you cover up with a door the way the VC did), and tunneling.

Unesco Schmunesco

Halong Bay (in the northeast of Vietnam) has been designated a UNESCO site. It is an area littered with limestone jetties/mini islands. Most of these spots have caves and through those caves there are lagoons. Parts of it are breathtaking, but then there is the part that most of the day tourists see. Gone for them are the emerald waters that Halong Bay boasts of in its brochures, instead its main part .. the one most visitors now see, is littered with junk boats which have now turned the waters into a dozen shades of brown. Ten years ago thee were 40 junk boats (flat-ish bottomed, wooden boats that chug their ways through the bay allowing visitors to overnight in a relatively tranquil state). Now there are over 400 of these boats. It is not the boats that are ruining it, but the disorganization of it all. Most of us adopt a “we want it when we want it” mentality, but that wicked side of our psyches should not be catered to. Amidst the frenzy, there is a certain amount of order. If only that order was applied to restricting of number of boats out at one time, or the locations where they could putter, this would remain a UNESCO site for much longer. Note: you can see Halong Bay in its glory if you spend two – three days there (which I recommend). The photos are of the conjestion at the docks and a more traditional Halong Bay beauty shot.