Monkey Island - Scooter Trip

Marshall, his co-worker Lance who was visiting from China, and myself went on a little scooter adventure to Monkey Island/ Can Gio. It was a 120 km round trip with tons of bridges and even a ferry ride. Each of us were on our own scooter - Lance was driving my scooter, Pipi, and I used his rental since it was a semi-automatic and Lance had never driven a scooter before, Marshall was on his sweet Honda CL. 

What I didn't realized before we set out was that it was a holiday weekend so I think traffic was exceptionally bad. The 60km trip there took over two hours - half was in super congested traffic on narrow one lane streets, the other half was cruising along a straight highway in the country side. 

The actual park was pretty surprising. There are no gates or fences to keep the monkeys in any particular area - they are free to roam. When we were parking our scooters, a monkey jumped onto the scooter next to me to dig through the picnic bags hanging on the bike. The monkey hissed, bared its teeth and tried to claw at my face. Little jerk.

We stopped at the concession stand to get some cold drinks and a snack. Lance was unwrapping his ice-cream cone when a monkey with a perfectly timed assault, dropped down from a tree and landed on Lance's arm. Luckily, Lance has a frightening scream and he managed to keep his cone. 

Further into the park there were monkeys and people being stupid... everywhere. I saw people handing out wrapped candies to monkeys, handing monkeys bottles of water and watching them chug  it, giving food to their small children to walk around with only to be attacked by monkeys. One woman gave the monkey a small piece of food and then coaxed it onto her lap and posed with it - as soon as the monkey was done chewing the food, it was looking for more and started clawing at her hat, scarf, glasses and bag. The lady started freaking out, completely surprised that a wild monkey would do such a thing. 

The worst part was that people started to throw bags of trash at the monkeys to watch them dig through it in search of food. I saw one monkey grab a plastic bag from the garbage heap and carry it away and eat it. It was incredibly disturbing and horrific. There was garbage all over the park - which, sadly, is sort of the norm in Vietnam. People seem to have no shame in littering no matter where you go.

Also at the park was a wildlife/vietnam war/anthropology museum. They had a bunch of stuffed animals (the dead kind, not the cuddly type unless you're really weird) that must have been very old as most of the animals' hair was rotted away. There were creepy jars filled with sea creatures, a display with an ancient human skull, and also weapons of all sorts that were used in the Vietnam war such as boards with 6" spikes that were hidden in the swamps and a heap of rifles that were randomly shoved together in a corner.

Supposedly, they have a salt-water crocodile sanctuary at this park but the bridge to get there was demolished. When it was open, you could pay to feed the crocodiles with meat at the end of a fishing pole. Maybe next time.... or not. I don't think I'll be going back.

To cleanse ourselves of the horrors, we decided to drive a little further to see the ocean and find a good place to eat. We took our motorbikes down the little oceanside path and found a cafe with and ocean view, hammocks and cold drinks.

Along that same road, we found a fresh seafood market and helped ourselves to anything that looked delicious. The drive back was a little more relaxing - the traffic was lighter and we had filled our wanderlust for the time being. This trip was pretty easy to plan out and cheap to do - I'm looking forward to other day trips out of Saigon in the future. 

Weekend Get-Away #2: Da Lat

Da Lat is a beautiful city located in a mountainous area where the majority of the country's produce is grown. Coffee, wine, vegetables are the major exports as well as what it's most famously known for,  flowers.

View from just outside the city of Da Lat.

Da Lat is the popular honeymoon spot for vietnamese and is adorned with cheesy, lovey-dovey attractions and tourist traps. For example, they have a large lake in the middle of the city where you can rent swan looking paddle boats or you can walk through "The Valley of Love" park where they have giant hearts to pose next to for photos.

Sounds exactly like our type of scene, right? Maybe to some people's disappointment, Marshall and I were not there for a sweetheart trip or honeymoon... we were there to ride mountain bikes!

Our friends, Bob and his wife Tayna, have organized a multi-stage mountain bike race for the past two years called the "Vietnam Victory Challenge" hosted in Da Lat. Marshall and I both signed up to race even though we had no bikes (still being shipped from the USA), helmets, or other usual bike riding gear. Luckily we were able to arrange rental bikes and borrow helmets and such to make it work.

The week leading up to the trip, I was suffering with food poisoning so I decided that it probably wasn't wise to try and ride mountain bikes for ~130km. The last thing I wanted, was to destroy my only good pair of cycling shorts that I have here. Haha, yuck. Marshall was feeling not so good either but he mustered up the strength to go for it anyway.

Marshall at the staging area with his rental bike.

While Marshall was racing, I took a shuttle over to the finish area to hike around (there were bathrooms on site!). The finish line area was at a place that was somewhat like a restaurant and also like a park picnic shelter. There were six or so different huts with hammocks and tables that overlook a river. A beautiful spot to relax and enjoy the view. I walked down to the river where there were small waterfalls and rocks to hop across on. A little further down the river, I spotted people on an adventure tour that were repelling down a waterfall. Looks like fun!

  

After a few hours, Marshall finished the 50km stage of the race with no issues and was completely relived to have finished and be done for the day. Later he decided to not race the next day and instead we would go explore the area and relax. We rented a motorbike early in the morning and took it out into the country side. There are a ton of waterfalls in the area and we chose one called Elephant Falls that was about 30km away from the city and one of the less touristy ones.

The drive was amazing. We were on a newly paved road that twisted through the mountains. So much fun and great views!! Here's a little video that I put together of the day's adventure:

Back in Da Lat, we walked around the city exploring the large night markets and wondering around. We found a super unique and strange cafe/bar called 100 Roofs. A pet project of a famous architect/sculptor of Vietnam who designed a giant buddha with an oversized bellybutton big enough to sit in. The cafe was so bizarre. We ordered a couple of smoothies when we walked in and then took them down this garden gnome looking staircase to the basement. 

The whole cafe was a 4+ story maze of stairways, caves, crawl spaces and hang out zones. When you get to the top floor in the back of the building, there is a tunnel that you can go through that gets you to the next block where they had built a huge garden area with more caves and stairways going all the way to the top of a hill where you have a great view of the city. This place is completely insane - it's humungous and obviously hand made with a crazy amount of detail on every feature. We probably spent a good hour just wondering around inside. Much of it wasn't lit so it was a little creepy crawling through spaces in the dark. We were super glad we ventured in!!

Marshall and I were both feeling a little better the next day so Marshall decided to race the last stage of the mountain bike race. The stage was a circuit race at the Valley of Love, Marshall's category raced for 3 laps (about 30 min per lap) - an exciting finish w/ Marshall almost overtaking the rider ahead of him (short by only half a wheel!).

After the race we had a while until it was time to go to the airport so we just wondered around the city stopping by different cafe's and unfortunately having some of the worst pizza I've ever eaten. 

Da Lat is definitely more of my kind of town - a little smaller and more relaxed than Ho Chi Minh City and has tons of mountains, trees, lakes and rivers. I'm looking forward to making a trip back to explore the green hills and winding trails. 

First Weekend Get-Away: Vung Tau

This post has been delayed due to chronic food poisoning issues.... ugh, I'm not saying anymore than that... and also me devoting 4 hours a day to learning vietnamese. Flash cards, post-its, and audio recordings - it's like I'm back at the university! This weekend, we're going to do a little houseplant shopping at the local nurseries, hopefully I can put to use some of that knowledge! 

Marshall and I took our first weekend get-away to the coastal city of Vung Tau. It's about 1.5 hours from HCMC and we opted for the speedboat ferry instead of the charter bus, which commonly has people puking out the windows (people are used to riding scooters, not in cars or buses here). The ferry was a little bit more expensive but we thought it was worth it for the adventure and scenery. (A year ago or so, one of the boats caught fire and sunk... but never mind that, they've supposedly fixed them all!)

The ferry ride was pretty awesome. There were some great views of the city, bridges, country side, and HUGE ocean freighters. Here's our route that I recorded w/ Strava:

Vung Tau is a smaller city that's a common place for local HCMC residents go for a quick vacation - it's not really tailored for foreign tourists. There are some sights and attractions but it's really about swimming at the beach and eating a ton of delicious food.

We did see some nice sights - we went to a city park which we've named Rat TnA. It was a park filled with carved granite statues (all with obvious boobs and butts - except for the angry dolphins) and was infested with rats. It would have been a great place to lay under a palm tree with a book except for the fear of rabies and the plague.

On Sunday morning, once again, I felt like a crazy foreigner. Since we've been a little light on exercise since we've moved here, we decided to go on a hike to the top of the local 'mountain' to see the old lighthouse.

We got a bit of a late start, around 10:30 am and followed the curvy road near the ferry terminal to the mountain top. From the reviews I read on tripadvisor, it said it would be a nice shady 30 minute walk. Nope. The whole way was on narrow, uneven sidewalks and was completely exposed to the sun. It took us closer to an hour of walking... at least it felt like it!

At first, I was a little curious why no other people were taking advantage of this great little walk! Now I know why... it was super hot and the whole way we were being passed by teenagers on scooters who gave the occasional heckle. Luckily, there was a lovely restaurant about 2/3 the way up where we could enjoy a coconut drink and the beautiful view.

At the top, we were tired and the views were nice enough for a few pictures... but we had just passed another cafe that had hammocks, shade, and home made yogurt so we quickly made our way there to relax and call a taxi. I kind of felt like a wimp with getting a ride to the bottom but it just wasn't worth getting sun stroke. Plus the taxi fair was only $1.20 !!! SO worth it :)

Here are some pictures of our trip:

The ferry ride the way back home was a little more eventful. The sea was pretty choppy and the swell was pretty big. The hydrofoil boat was struggling in the waves, threatening to tip over or break in half - it was a pretty wild ride. The crew started handing out sick bags and bottles of water. People were running past us to the outdoor "look-out" areas... I was really nervous that it was going to turn into a puke-a-rama. Also, Marshall noticed a pretty sizable crack in the wall next to us that would get larger as the boat flexed - but no worries, the maintenance crew had obviously noticed it and applied some 'structural paint' to hold it together ;) Just before all hell broke loose, the captain eased back the throttle and we put-putted along until we got back to the calm river.

Vung Tau was a great place to visit for the weekend, we spent 2 days/1 night there and we would have been quickly bored with any more than 3 days there. There is still more to explore (there's an amusement park with alpine slides and a gondola) and tons more to eat (I still didn't get to try their pancakes that Vung Tau is famous for!) And it would be a great place to start a coastal motorcycle/bicycle tour - I can't wait until my bike gets here... if it ever does! I'm sure we'll be back!

Finding Beach Paradise - Deserted to some, Chaos for others

Beach adventure time! Bob (Marshall's co-worker here) and his family invited me to join them to the beach. They had arranged a van and driver to take the family to the beach and Bob and a friend were going to ride mountain bikes there and meet us for lunch on the beach. It's still the Tet holiday and the normal 1.5 hour drive turned into three. Usually, that's not a big deal, but with 3 kids and a rambunctious puppy, it was a long 3 hours! Actually, Bob's kids are pretty easy - there wasn't a single temper tantrum and I only heard "are we there yet?" twice :) 

Finally at the beach, it was crowded beyond belief! I think this was the annual beach trip for most of the factory workers in the area. There were so many people, it was hard to see the ocean or even sand - standing room only. But the odd thing was that they were all scrunched into a small section of beach - maybe 200 meters of coast. There was plenty of room to spread out, but I thanked they enjoyed the crowded atmosphere. We did not and promptly cut through a restaurant and walked up the nearly deserted beach to a perfect strip of sand.

The water was warm and a lovely shade of jade. Absolutely perfect if you could ignore the plastic bags floating by every now and again. 

We spent hours making sand sculptures, digging for clams and shells and swimming. 

Every now and again, I would look down the beach at the staggering crowd of people and wonder how that could be enjoyable. Most of them probably drove their scooter here - 3 hours or more of crowded highways and country roads only to go to a beach where there is hardly enough room to lay a towel down. Seems so crazy to me! 

Perhaps where we were was technically private property. I know we crossed onto one resort where a security guard was giving us the stink eye and made sure we passed through. But there was just empty, deserted beach right next to them! I guess that's just the difference in culture. We americans like our space - big lawns, our own tables at restaurants, and 3.5 feet of breathing room. 

I made a little map to help explain the absurdity of it:

Viet Skillz - Video!

It's like learning how to walk all over again - at least learning how to walk across a street. I am completely amazed by the locals and how they will just start frogger-ing their way across a super busy street like it's ain't no thang. Seriously, they just start walking and it's like Moses parting the red sea of scooters. In contrast, I'm more akin to the lunatic squirrel that can't seem to make up its mind of which way to run. Ok, I'm not that bad... but I definitely am a tourist out there.

Did you know that you could row a boat with your feet? I didn't either but it sure makes a lot of sense now that I've seen how its done. 

Check out the moves of those kids! The boy at the end is just adorable, I want to pinch his chubby cheeks.

Who needs a Cuisinart mixer when you've got a tractor lawn-mower? That's right, diesel powered dough. Savory and smoky!

I've been told that I have now officially visited Taiwan - I went on my first scooter ride! Thanks Bob and Specialized for giving me a quick tour of the city! We even did a little off roading :) Tomorrow, I am planning on renting my own scooter and will try my best not to die out there. Wish me luck!