Ho Chin Min City (Aka Saignon)

Saigon or Ho Chin Min city as it is officially known, is our last stop in Vietnam. The original name Saigon means cotton fields in Vietnamese as that’s what the first settlers found here. It acted as the capital city of South Vietnam when the country was split in two and fighting the Vietnam-US war, and once the communist north won the war they renamed Saigon to Ho Chin Min city after the communist leader, although most of the locals still refer to it as Saigon. It’s still the largest City in Vietnam with POPULATION. So our tour of the city on arrival was done on a bus rather than walking this time.

Our first stop was the War Memorial Museum or, as it was called before the US reached out to repair relations, the American war crimes museum. It was a really interesting and saddening museum, taking you through the history of the start of the war and the 17 years of fighting that followed. The Vietnamese were out numbered with less and worse equipment so they turned to gorilla warfare and their superior knowledge and familiarity with the terrain and climate. This led to the war being harder to win than expected and took a hit on the morale and phycology of the US soldiers with a third of them having a substance addiction while they were in service here. More and more drastic and inhumane actions were taken by both the US army and individual soldiers.

The museum showed the impact of the ‘agent orange’ pesticides used by the US to clear the vegetation and make it harder for the gorilla forces to hide. It scarred many innocent people, including US and allied soldiers and is still causing horrific and painful birth defects four generations from people’s first contact with it.

We also learnt about the victims of nayparm and zinc bombs. Over 2 million vietnamese people were killed during the war and two thirds of them were civilians. With the US issuing orders of ‘if it moves it’s VC’ meaning kill anything and we’ll just assume it was the enemy.

There were also at least two incidents of soldiers going into civilian villages, raping women, disembowing children and lining up and shooting, old men, women and children into ditches. They slaughtered over 700 innocent people in one incident and the army tried to cover it up until another soldier who had heard about it and found the army unwilling to investigate went to the press. There were also testimonials in the museum of press photographers who moments after taking photos of children playing by the side of the road had witnessed them being shot and killed by soldiers.

There was actually a whole gallery with testimonials of cases like this. It was really harrowing to see photos taken of people moments before death or in several cases the bodies of women and children who had just been killed. And even more harrowing to see that of the few of these cases that ever made it to court only one man was ever sentenced to prison and even then the president reduced his sentence to house arrest. The only conscience for giving orders to murder over 700 people.

After the museum we visited the old French cathedral and post office, left here from the colonisation. All of the materials were shipped over from France and it was very impressive to see. Unfortunately the cathedral was under renovation so we couldn’t go inside but we took a look in the post office, it looked like a huge train station inside. We had a nose around the souvenir shops and some of the group sent post cards. After that we headed back to the hotel.

On our second day we were up bright and early for the long drive to the Mekong Delta. We were really lucky once again to have the place to ourselves at least it felt that way we didn’t see any other tourists, our guide said we were the first group he had guided since before COVID hit.

After a boat ride along the larger river we went down one of the smaller tributaries and docked in a small village. The whole delta area is known as the land of coconuts and we could see why they were everywhere both normal and water coconuts growing and huge piles of them everywhere that have been collected.

We visited some women making food and drinks from the coconuts. They showed us how they quickly peel off the flesh of the coconuts with a spike and then crack them to get out the coconut milk. They then scrape out the inside of the coconuts and add water and sugar and boil it (over a fire made of coconut shells of course) and then let it set into chewy sweets. After watching them make the sweets we all got to try some and they were really tasty and I don’t even like coconut. We also got to try the water coconut strips in sugar again which was also a hit with the group and we bought packets of both to share. They then offered us some very strong rice wine from a bottle with a snake in it to say thanks for our purchase and we all had to try and keep a straight face as the shot burned our throats out.

We then got to hop on two tuk tuks across the town to the next spot, that was an adventure in itself as there was one thin raised concrete road that was crumbling away into the river at places and yet our drivers still insisted on driving around at maximum speed throwing us about like coconuts in the back! We also had to let a bike pass at one point which was a bit tight but the guy on the bike didn’t seem to think so as he did it one handed with a rooster under his arm!

The next stop was to a broom making workshop where they made, you guessed it, brooms from the dried out coconut leaves and we watched a woman finish off a broom and I got to demonstrate how you sweep with them as if sweeping isn’t a universal concept!

We then got a ride in a traditional boat up river, our boat rower was really struggling, he told us how this was his first time working on the boats as he lost his job during Covid and it was turning out to be harder to paddle than he thought! So it ended up being a long slow paced ride which we told him we were okay with and tipped him generously for the fact we didn’t have to struggle too in the heat.

The driver dropped us off at a local house over looking the river where the family had cooled us fish and shrimp from the river. The fish was an elephant ear fish, I’ve never heard of it before but it tasted nice enough although it was an ugly looking bugger with big old teeth! After lunch we made our way back onto the boat to start our long journey back to Saigon, we did get to try some tasty fruits as a desert on the move though.

That evening we went out for our last meal together, as two people were only doing the vietnam tour and would not be joining us in Cambodia. We went to a beautiful restaurant decorated with colourful ribbons and lanterns and four of us decided to try the local favourite of frogs for the first time. They were deep fried and actually really tasty, like a slightly chewier version of chicken. Although the bodies had very little meat for the amount of bones in them, I think the French have the right idea of just eating the legs.

After dinner we went out for some drinks on the busy bar street. All of the bars are pumping music out so loud in an attempt to outcompete the others, it’s a very overwhelming experience but food fun. Some of the group also tried the laughing gas balloons that are legal here and seemed to enjoy it, even if you do look a bit silly all sat about with a huge balloon. It was a fun evening and a good send off for two of the group who would not be joining us in Cambodia.

We had one last day in Vietnam before our new tour officially started. So most of us decided to visit the Cu Chi tunnels. During the war the North Vietnamese used the Ho Chi Min trail that ran from north Vietnam into neighboring Cambodia and down alongside vietnam to re-enter Vietnam behind the north south border with the aim of attaching the US air base near Saigon. Soldiers were sent from the north to the south via the trail, a trek that took 6 months and usually resulted in only half of those starting reaching the end due to disease and bombings. Near the Ho Chin Min trails entrance back into vietnam the soldiers dug an expansive network of underground tunnels, 200-250km of them on three different levels! They used these to conduct gorilla warfare on the US soldiers.

There were entrances to the tunnels dotted about which were covered by wooden doors and camouflaged with leaves. We were shown several by our guide and even when he pointed directly at them we couldn’t see where they were until he opened them. The Vietnamese are small people, especially when male nourished during war, and used this to their advantage, purposely making the tunnels too thin for the US soldiers to enter even if they did find the entrance. Only the skinniest of our group could fit inside and even for them it was a struggle and not quick. I had no chance, I barely got to my thighs before getting stuck! Our guide told us how when they were spotted the Vietnamese would leave grandes to blow up as soon as the tunnel’s covering door was opened.

The tunnels were an effective tool, they allowed vietnamese soldiers to move about easily, pop out of seemingly nowhere and also to shoot and attack from many different places and directions making it seem like there were more of them than there really were. The US’ solution was to drive the Viet com (VC) out of the tunnels by covering the airholes. But this proves difficult for a few reasons. First they had to find the air holes, the VC had made a lot of them and usually placed them in places where holes in the earth naturally appeared, a lot of the time through termite nests. If there were no termite nests where they wanted to place an airhole, they would place food there for three days and then termites would build there deciding it was a good spot for food. Not only were the airholes well camouflaged in the natural surroundings, they also created twice as many fake airholes so it was hard to know which to block.

The US decided to use sniffer dogs to figure which airholes were real. However the VC managed to disguise their scent as that of US soldiers by using children to steal soldiers sweaty laundry, they would then cut this up add some lucky strike cigarette buts and some Gillette shaving foam and place it in the air tubes, so the air would smell like US soldiers, surprisingly it worked!

Eventually the US just took to making the area a free bombing zone and any planes that returned to base and still had unused bombs would offload them there. It was so extreme that I’m one square kilometre there was 4-5kg of iron from bombs. The VC put this iron to good use forming shrapnel into long metal spikes and using it to create many different horrible types of hidden traps.

We got to go down into some of the wider parts of the tunnels which had wider entrances opened up. They were so thin and short you had to squat down or crawl and it was hard work and boiling down there we came out drenched in sweat.

It must have been horrible for the US stationed here. Enemies everywhere and anywhere, horrific painful traps you could step on hidden everywhere. Even the environment was against you. Locals are used to the heat but it honestly is oppressive here, a hot and humid environment that means you are covered in sweat as soon as you move, not to mention the mosquitoes that don’t seem to bother locals but can’t get enough of tourists. You can easily see why so many US soldiers returned with PTSD.

After the tour we had a chance to fire some of the type of rifeles used by both the US and VC during the war. Some people in the group fired 10 shots of both guns but I opted just to do the minimum of five shots from the VC AK-45, just to say I’d tried shooting a gun. You could clearly see the US had the better guns and the AK jammed or didn’t fire more than it successfully fired. But eventually I got my 5 shots, only one on target. I think it’s safe to say I’ll never make a soldier, I can’t shoot, am constantly sweaty and I don’t fit in the tunnels!

We also got to see how the VC sandals were made, they would cut sandals to size out if car tyres and use the iner-tubes to make the sandal straps. One of our group bought some and the straps were a bit tight but he insisted if the VC could march from 6 months in them he could last the day. I don’t think he factored in the 50% death rate which he would have probably been part of with how red and swollen his blood deprived feet became!

In the evening we met our new tour guide who is taking us over the border to Cambodia in the morning. I will tell you all about it soon, lots of love, Alice x

Hoi An, Vietnam

Hoi An was amazing! One of my favourite towns so far in Vietnam. It is heavily influenced by Chinese culture as it is where outcasts from China settled after the Quin dynasty overthrew the Ming dynasty. Eventually marrying Vietnamese people and creating a hybrid culture. Today it is filled with colourful lamps and Chinese temples.

Our first stop in the city was to the old town where we got to see several Chinese temples . They all had large intricate statues, big wall murals around the legends of moving here and also spirals of incense that take two weeks to burn. People can write wishes to hang in the spirals and after two weeks the legend is that they should come true.

We also got to see a traditional house, they are known as tube houses as they aren’t very wide but are quite deep, they have an open garden section in the middle to let light and air into the house. The one we visited had been in the woman’s family for 8 generations. Although it had had to have several renovations as the house is mostly made of wood and there have been several floods over that time with some of them being 3 meters or more in height.

In the afternoon we walked around the shops, Hoi An is famous for its tailors and some shops employ over three hundred! So it is easy to get a custom made suit in 24 hours at a decent price. Most of the men were keen to get suits so us women headed off in search of dresses instead, I got three tailor made dresses for £50! And a pre-made top and trouser combo for £5 so some great bargains but it is also hard to close my backpack now!

After we finished shopping we walked along the river to find somewhere for dinner. The river was very lively with lantern lit boats and floating candles. We picked a restaurant overlooking the hustle and bustle of the town and enjoyed a lovely dinner.

Our second day in Hoi An was a free day to do whatever we choose. A few of us decided to do a bicycle tour through the countryside. It was slightly terrifying getting out of the city on bicycles when everyone else was on motorbikes and it was rush hour, especially with my history on bikes, I still have a scar from when I fell off in Mexico! But it was wonderful in the country we got to ride through the paddy fields and see the farmers harvesting the rice, although it was a bit of an obstacle course weaving around the large sheets of rice left to dry out in the road.

Along the way we stopped off at a farmer’s house and got to see his other non-rice crops and he was letting us smell his mint and basil and we all had a go watering the plants with a large water can holding device that went over the shoulders. He seemed slightly anxious that we were over watering his crops and with good reason, it was harder than it looked to use! Hopefully he’s crop are okay and he won’t get skurvy because of us!

After this we continued on the road for a while until we came across a farmer riding a water buffalo and we all stopped to take photos. After our guide talked to the farmer he offered to let us have a go at riding it for 5k Dong which is 16 pence you can’t really say no at that price can you! So the three of us brave enough had a turn being led around in a small loop and boy was it hard work to stay on, I swing from one side to the next with every step, I felt like I was on one of those bucking broncos you get at bars. Luckily I managed to stay on and we were quickly back off on our ride again.

Next we rode along a river for a while until we reached a hut with some locals inside, they gave us some cool tea and used reeds to make jewelry for us while we drank it, I got a flower bracelet and a cricket shaped ring. It was very impressive. They also brought us some sugary coconut strips made from water coconuts in the river. I don’t normally like the texture of coconut and it’s very bitty but this was chewy and very nice.

After we finished our drinks and snacks we got to ride in the traditional basket boats. They showed us their party trick of making the spin in circles at speed before taking us down the river, or maybe up the river… it was hard to tell after all the spinning! They also let us have a go at rowing but that also led to us spinning in circles, this time unintentionally. One we were down river they took us into a spot amongst the water coconut plants and handed us a stick with fishing wire and some meat attached to go crabbing. Apparently, along with making cucumber based decorations, this is a skill of mine and I caught crab after crab, getting about 8 in total. Our guide was very proud and rowed us to the other groups where he proudly presented our crabs to the others who had yet to get any. After that I got teased quite a bit, ‘if you hang out with Alice you’ll catch crabs’ was the quote of the afternoon! I was quick to point out it wasn’t my fault they weren’t getting any…

In the evening we went to our second fitting for the clothes and then to dinner. The boys had already had their second fitting for the suits so they were able to pick theirs up on the way to dinner and decided to wear them which lasted all of 15 minutes before they had to head to the bathroom and change back into shorts before they sweated through their new suits.

After dinner we decided to take a ride down the river in one of the pretty lantern lit boats. It was really busy with other boats but they all looked so beautiful it only added to the experience.

After that us girls had our third and final fitting and headed home ready for and early morning flight to Ho Chin Min / Saignon City. I’ll tell you all about it soon, love Alice x

Hue, Vietnam

After our long overnight train we were all a bit knackered. Everyone in our group is really nice and enjoys trying the local food and snacks, except for one Dutch guy who seems to exclusively eat fried chicken and that’s about it. He was super grumpy and has previously been quite difficult (at one point not bringing an overnight bag onto the boat trip, even though we had been told to do so several times and he took it out on our guide). So in an attempt to please him, we ended up at an Italian restaurant for lunch. The rest of us chose from their small ‘local food’ section and he got a chicken burger he moaned was not the same as home.

So it was fair to say we were all a bit tired and grumpy and not super excited to spend the afternoon walking around the imperial city. But even in the worst mood it was still amazing! It is a huge complex built for the royalty and had areas for absolutely everyone to stay. The king’s mother’s house, the king’s grandmother’s house, the king’s mistresses house, the king’s doctors house. So you can imagine how huge the place was. Lots of the buildings had been damaged after the war, you could still see bullet holes in a lot of the buildings and artifacts, so they were in the process of renovating them. But it seems a complete travesty that instead of repairing them they just knock them down and start again, building it in the same style. Although, not always in the same materials, we saw many concrete posts painted to look like the traditional wood beams.

We also learnt a lot about the royal families, traditionally the king would have one wife but hundreds of concubines (mistresses). These would be daughters of government officials and scholars who would offer up their daughters in tribute and it was considered rude of the king to refuse so he accepted hundreds of them. Most never even met the king, but could see no other man for the rest of their lives. Once the king died they still had to remain in the imperial city as widows until they died, unless they had had a child by the king, in which case they were given land and riches to raise the child. So a lot of the women wanted to meet the king and get pregnant.

To make sure the women would only have children by the king they saw no men apart from eunuch servants. Our gide seemed under the impression this was because if a man looses their testicals they instantly become gay. None of us quite knew what to say about this so we let him continue his tour, slightly worried about the accuracy of it after that. Apparently any man seen even near the wives was sentenced to death. People sentenced to death were given several options, being boiled in hot oil, a fight to the death against a tiger, poison or hanging. I doubt there were many takers for the first two!

For dinner we visited a local families home, where they cooked us dinner. We were worried there wouldn’t be room to fit us all in but we found out Vietnamese families often live several generations in the same house so their table was big enough after all. We were treated to various tasty dishes, pork and tofu soup, crispy jackfruit and crackers, deep-fried aubogine in soy sauce, lemon fish etc and some also not to our taste such as a parcel of sticky rice paste.

The family had lots of little children running around all keen to look at us and say hello. They seemed fascinated by my blue eyes and I nearly had them poked by little fingers a few times.

After dinner the younger ones of us in the group decided to go to a bar that K recommended. The owner was overjoyed to see us, telling us we were the first white people he had seen here since Covid and giving us lots of free shots, including one which was tequila and vodka mixed and poured over one glass and into a second and then the first glass was set on fine and we were given a straw to drink out of the second. Honestly, it’s a miracle we all managed to escape with our eyebrows intact! We all also shared an apple flavoured sheesha they gave us. I think the bar was hoping if they got us started we would stay and buy lots of drinks but as we were all knackered we ended up heading home around midnight.

On our second day in Hue we went on a motorbike tour. Just driving around Vietnamese traffic in a motorbike was an experience in itself. There is no priority late or right of way, everyone goes in every direction and all at once. Bikes just weave their way through the chaos with a liberal amount of honking. But we were all assigned a bike and a driver and set off through the city and into the countryside.

I wish I had taken more photos in the countryside but at first I wasn’t confident to get my phone out while riding. But there were so many people out tending to their rice fields in the traditional weaved cone hats. It was a beautiful sight. There were also a lot of people drying their rice on the road that the bikes had to weave around.

Our first stop was a duck farm where they keep the ducks for eggs and later for food. They let them graze on the already harvested rice fields fishing any rice that has been dropped out of the water. Our second stop was to see one of the ancestor buildings.

Vietnam is 90% non-religious, but they still have quite spiritual beliefs and one of those is that you should make tributes to your ancestors. So they build large elaborate buildings dedicated to their ancestors that they will visit on New year’s. For the rest of the time it remains empty, there are no bodies or ashes in there just a building in their honour. K told us it’s becoming quite an issue especially in cities where there is a limited amount of space and just as many houses for the dead as there are for the living.

Our next stop was one of the three covered bridges laft in Vietnam. The used to be a big part of communities here as people would gather on the bridge and socialise due to it having a good breeze on the river and shade. Now days it was just full of hundreds of primary school children in their cone hats all wanting to say hello, it was an adorable sight.

Near the bridge there was a market that we walked around. The fish here were so fresh they were still flapping about on the tray, we also saw a woman selling baby ducklings to raise for eggs (or so we hope!) and obviously all had to pet them.

Next we visited an inscense making town. There are many beautiful reeds painted different colours and once you have chosen a colour you like you can choose a scent and they will roll the reed in a paste with the scent mixed in. We all got to have a go creating our own and mine looked more like a hotdog on a stick than incense!

Our last stop was to the 4th king’s burial complex, again like a minni city, he actually lived in it for 14 years before he was buried there. It had a boating lake with a little island they would release animals of for the king to hunt. We also saw the supposed tomb of the king himself, however during the colonisation the French dug up the king’s tomb in the attempt to steal any gold he was buried with, only to find that it was empty and the king had been buried somewhere else is a secret location, probably to prevent such grave robing acts. The Vietnamese government believes he is still buried somewhere in the complex but refuses to do a geological scan as they believe the king should be left in peace.

In the evening a few of us decided to do a cooking course. We all had to choose one menu to do and as one of our group, Rema, is currently vegan for religious reasons we picked one of the two vegan options making fresh vegetable spring rolls, soy sauce egg plant and tofu noodles. They also had an option to learn how to cut vegetables into fancy patterns for $2 extra so we opted in for that too, how hard could it be?

It turns out really bloody hard. We had to do three designs a flower made from a tomato, a heart leaf design from a cucumber and another flower made from a carrot. The designs themselves were hard to do but we also had a terrible translator, the chef would spend 2/3 minutes talking and indicating different cuts and directions and the translator would wait for her to finish and then say ‘she say cut it’. So we had to just do our best, which by the chef’s reaction was not good enough. After I messed up my second attempt of the tomato she almost threw the third one at me. Although I had a weird talent for the cucumber leaves, I think it may be my new calling. Everyone was struggling so I made enough for the whole group and slyly passed them around to avoid the chef’s disappointment. The carrots were an absolute disaster we couldn’t get all the way around without breaking the peel so ended up with petals instead of flowers. After a solid hour and a half the chef (and us) had had enough and decided we didn’t need carrot flowers, we were done.

The rest of the class continued in the same fashion with bad translations and us not really knowing what was going on, trying our best and it mostly being wrong until the chef just took over and we ended up watching her. So I can’t say I learned a lot about Vietnamese cooking except it involves a LOT of sugar. And also that they don’t seem to know what vegan is using fish and oyster sauce and egg noodles. So poor Rema spent four hours cooking only to end up hungry. Although after tasting the food she may have had a lucky escape… No honestly it wasn’t that bad just very average. It was a fun afternoon but not because of the cooking more us taking the piss out of eachothers tragic attempts to cut and guess the instructions to varying degrees of success.

After the course I went to pack only to find the hotel laundry had died all of my white tops a milkey Green and had added so red splodges for extra decoration so, all in all, not the most fun afternoon!

Tomorrow we get the bus to Hoi An, I will let you know all about it soon. Lots of love, Alice.

Ha Long Bay, Vietnam

Our tour started in Hanoi, there was 11 of us in total and a good mix of countries, ages and solo Vs friends and couples. We met in Hanoi for a welcome dinner. The restaurant we ate in is dedicated to teaching homeless children in Hanoi a trade of cooking or waiting and the food was delicious. We had a set menu which had several dishes brought out, meaning we got to try a little of everything. There were balls of prawn paste cooked in lemon grass, a beef salad, BBQ chicken, rice and beef and onion in a soy sauce followed by a fruit salad.

Our guide is a Vietnamese guy called K he has been working as an intrepid tour guide for over 10 years and really knows his stuff and genuinely seems to love his job. Happily sitting through hours of questions from us about anything and everything. After dinner a few of the younger members of the group wanted to grab a beer and K volunteered to take us on an impromptu tour of beer street which it turns out was very busy as there was an event on celebrating the start of the south east Asian games. It felt absolutely rammed although K told us it was nothing compared to the normal precovid crowds for a weekend.

We sat down on some of the tiny stools they seem to have everywhere here, they’re like tiny foot stalls and sitting on them makes me feel like I’m a giant or at a parents evening in a primary school. K ordered us all beers and also got us some dough balls dipped in honey to try. They were nothing special but nice enough to accompany the drinks.

After chatting and getting to know each other a bit more we headed back to the hotel ready for a busy first day.

In the morning we left early for our four hour bus trip to Ha Long city. On the ride K was telling us the history of Hanoi which is over a 100 years old and how Vietnam is from the Chinese name of southern people. He also told us about Vietnam’s long history of wars against China and occupation by France and a bit about living in a communist country. He also told us about how when he was a child the currency of Dongs was in the single digits but the leaders just keep deciding to print more money whenever they don’t have enough, so inflation has gone up and up until they are now using hundreds of thousands on dong. This led to lots more questions of communism and how the country has shifted to more capitalist ways over Ks lifetime and how elections work here and so on. It was a very interesting and informative bus trip.

Once we reached Ha Long Bay we were boarded into our boat and set off into the bay towards the maze of large sheer islands the area is famous for. Unfortunately for us It was overcast and rainy the whole day, but it was still a sight to behold!

The islands had been formed by colliding tectonic plates forcing up the sea floor and we got to stop at a huge cave which was once at sea level and eroded by the water but was now required us to climb several flights of steps to access it. It was an impressively large cave with four different sections and it took us 45mins to climb up to and walk around.

Our next stop after some lunch was one of the islands that is not too sheer so you can actually walk steps to the top. It was a long way up but a very cool view and once we had taken our photos we were ready for a dip in the quite chilly sea. The island itself is named after a Russian astronaut who visited it once, as a way to strengthen ties with Russia who has helped the Vietnamese during the US-Vietnam war.

Once back on the boat we had some time to chill as we sailed along and then at 7pm dinner was served, again it was a set meal where we could try various dishes. Carrot and cucumber salad, prawns, clams, fish in a garlic sauce, a chicken curry and rice followed by fruit. At this rate I won’t fit in the airplane home!

After dinner we all sat chatting, comparing and contrasting our home nations, UK, USA, India, Argentina, the Netherlands and Germany. Everything from the metric system to arranged marriages.

There were 5 other boats docked in a large laggon for the night and one of them seemed to be doing kariokie, which is huge here in Vietnam. Unfortunately the singers really weren’t very good, but it provided good entertainment for us!

The next morning we were in luck, the weather had improved and we got a chance to see the rock formations without mist hanging over them as we sailed back towards the port. On the way K was telling us how lucky we were it was so quiet, normally there are 50 different ships docking overnight, I can’t imagine the volume of kariokie then!

After a long bus ride back to Hanoi we had a free couple of hours before we had to catch a night train to our next stop Hue. I mentioned I would have liked to do a foot tour but would be able to on such short notice and K volunteered to take us on one, which was very kind of him considering this was also his time off. But he told us how he just loves sharing his culture, especially the food as a lot of travelers don’t want to try the local food. Our group is very keen to try new things except one Dutch guy who decided to visit KFC rather than join us on the food tour. We all laughed when he told us his plan until we realised he was serious.

Our first stop was to a Bahmi shop, to try the French Indonesian fusion of French bread and spicy Indonesian meat filing. In this case it was beef with a carrot and cucumber salad. It was delicious. Our next stop was for Bun Cha the traditional dish of slices of pork in a broth that you dip noodles into. I had had this before on the day with Cao, but it was even tastier this time. After this we were all pretty stuffed, even sharing portions. So we moved onto drinks and tried the famous egg coffee.

At one point in time there was a milk shortage so someone mixed egg yoke with honey as a replacement and it stuck, becoming a local staple. I don’t like coffee but luckily they had. Hot chocolate version. It was actually a lot nicer than I was imagining, it made the hot chocolate very rich and creamy, I can see how it caught on. Our last stop was for dessert, because you’re never too full to make room for dessert. We had these sweet dough balls dipped in honey and sesame seeds. They were okay but nothing to write home about.

After our food tour we got showered and ready for our night train to Hue. We were sleeping in compartments with two bunk beds on each side. My room was me, Vivian an Argentinian woman in her mid thirties, Jordan a Twenty two year old Australian and Arno a German guy in his late thirties. We also invited the other 7 guests to our room and we all squeezed onto the beds. It was cosy but the beers helped everyone feel more comfortable. Leo and Ben two American university students brought a speaker and put some music on and Rima and Navid, an Indian couple in their early forties, brought some cards and we all played some games and chatted. Apparently the staff noticed our socialising as the drinks trolley that had been going up and down our train decided to just park up outside the door and the woman joked to K that we were a gold mine.

Eventually we all drifted off to bed around 11pm…. After a tense pre-bed wee in a squat toilet on a moving train! Although it was kind of hard to drift off when every ten minutes you are violently shaken from side to side!

I’m on the train writing this now and getting slightly motion sick, so I will tell you all about Hue when I wake up there tomorrow!

Lots of love, Alice x

Hanoi, Vietnam

To everyone’s suprise, including my own, I arrived in Vietnam without my chief navigator Grace, completely on my own with no issues. Well almost, in my worry about being able to get my COVID test done in time and having heard stories of people running from hospital to hospital trying to get one and having to wait in long lines, I got to a testing center as early as possible. You have to have the test up to 24hrs before your flight and my planning had gone so well I didn’t face any testing issues and got it done in record time, meaning the time on my test was 24hrs and 20 seconds before my flight. Thankfully a nice member of staff let it slide on the promise that if I was caught I would conveniently forget who had entered the times onto the system wrong for me.

On entry into Vietnam I did have a border control man ask if my passport photo was really me, which is never a good sign, but he let me in with just the comment ‘you fresh in photo, you very very old now’ but otherwise the journey was uneventful.

View from the Hotel roof in Hanoi

I had three days in Hanoi on my own before the tour started as I wanted to explore the city before the tour left. I booked my self into a 5* luxury hotel in Hanoi for the grand total of £11 a night, fancy I know! It was absolutely beautiful and a welcome calm break from the chaos outside. If I thought traffic in Asia was crazy this far, it was nothing compared to Hanoi. There were cars and scooters everywhere on the roads and pavements, well to be honest the pavements are more scooter car parks than pavements at this point. But nowhere is safe from vehicles, they go the wrong way down roads, onto pavements, into restaurants and houses. Traffic lights and road signs are ignored completely. I can’t even explain the pure volume of bikes everywhere.

The traffic never stops, if you want to cross a road you have to just step out into traffic and the vehicles will manoeuvre around you. It’s important to move in a slow predictable manner, no matter how scared you get, you can’t stop, slow down or speed up or step backwards or you’ll end up mushed. I met a few fellow tourists who advised me to not even look at the road, you just walk forward at a pace staring at something off in the horizon, I was never quite that brave. For the first few days I planned every route to a tourist attraction with as few road crossings as possible, even if it added ten minutes to a journey. After a while of holding your nerve and making crossings, you eventually get used to it.

My first full day in Hanoi was pretty jam packed, there is so much to do in the city and I wanted to see as much as possible. My first stop was to the Hoan Kiem Lake a beautiful lake in the historical centre of the city, it’s name means ‘Lake of the returned sword’ according to legend after defeating the Ming China, the Vietnamese emperor was boating on the lake when a Golden Turtle God surfaced and asked for his magic sword, that had been given to the emperor to defeat Ming China.

I had a pleasant walk around the lake and then paid the entrance fee to visit the small island on the lake containing Ngoc Son Temple, a temple dedicated to a general that defeated the Mongols in the 13th century.

Next I visited a museum about women in Vietnam it was super interesting, I learned a lot about marriage, childbirth and work as a women through the years in Vietnam. There are also many communities in Vietnam where the roles around marriage are reversed, the husband takes the wife’s name, and the wife’s family is paid a dowry and the husband moves in with the wife’s family. I also saw how Vietnam were keen to recruit women into the army and about some of their more famous female generals and their accomplishments.

Next up I headed to the Imperial Citadel, on my way there I walked to get there I passed through a park where lots of old men were playing a card game I’d never seen before with lots of long cards, they saw me watching and tried to explain how to play but unfortunately, knowing no Vietnamese, their explanation wasn’t super helpful. After watching for a while I carried on my journey also passing a grand and unexpected statue of Lennin.

I decided to make a pitstop for a late lunch on the way to the Citadel, so far my experience of food in Vietnam had been a late night cheese pizza from the only place open when I arrived late at night. I chose a cheese pizza as I figured this would be the safest most edible option. I was edible but that’s about as much as could be said for it… It was a regular pizza base but the cheese was multiple slices of those cheap American burger slice cheeses. Thankfully this time I had more choice, and I opted for some ‘Banh Mi’ a fusion of Vietnamese and french food from when Vietnam was under french rule. It’s basically a baguette with paté topped with spicy Vietnamese meat filling. It’s absolutely delicious, (I’m writing this six months later, still salivating at the memory!).

I ate mine before taking a photo but here is what one looks like.

The Imperial Citadel was also a very interesting place it’s a UNESCO site built in 1010 and has been a key site in many parts of Vietnamese history. It was the centre of regional political power for almost 13 centuries without interruption. More recently the Citadel was used by the Imperial Japanese Army to imprison over 4000 French colonial soldiers captured in March 1945. During 1954, when the Vietnamese Army took over Hanoi, the Citadel became the headquarter of the Ministry of Defense.

It was very interesting and varied history ancient political halls mixed with underground war bunkers, I spent a lot of time there wandering about and reading about the long and varied history. After I had seen the buildings and museums I went to look at the archaeological site, and saw them excavating the soil which was interesting and a nice cool break in the shade, I stayed watching for a little while until I realised the museum was closing.

After a jam packed day I headed back to the hotel and relaxed in the last of the days sunlight by the rooftop pool, where I met two English girls who were about to start a tour of Vietnam the next day and a Vietnamese guy in his early 20’s called Cao. Cao was originally from Hanoi and had moved to another city to start a business but was back here for work. The four of us shared a dinner and drinks at the hotel it was a nice evening, afterwards we wished the girls good luck as they were heading of on their tour the following day.

The next day I continued on my tourist trail, first heading to the Temple of Literature which was founded in 1070, as a temple to worship the Chinese philosopher Confucius. In 1076, the Imperial Academy was established on the site as a royal school for only members of the elite such as princes, nobles, and bureaucrats, it was open for about 700 years and educated hundreds of well-known scholars and mandarins.

It was really cool to look around and I visited on an interesting day as there were actually some students graduating and having a ceremony. They were dressed in all white and each approached a figure who gave them a piece of paper while everyone chanted a short phrase and then he rang an huge gong. No idea whit it all symbolised but they seemed pleased.

My next stop was a prison, after another Bahn mi lunch if course… The prison was used first by the french to hold Vietnamese prisoners during their occupation and then by the Vietnamese to hold American soldiers during the US-Vitnamese war, nicknamed the Hanoi Hilton by US soldiers. During both periods the prison was a horrible place to be held, with terrible conditions and torture happening on a regular basis. It was actually the prison John Macain was kept in. Not that you would know from the information within the prison, it was all photos of smiling US soldiers playing volleyball, but Vietnam is still very communist and there is a very pro-government no-negative rhetoric, a lot of museum visits had to be accompanied by reading between the lines or reading Wikipedia afterwards. But the museum was still super interesting. I was made to wear a brown smock dress, that covered 90% of my body on entry. It very hot but understandable, as the dress I was wearing didn’t cover my shoulders and it is a place where you need to show respect. I had no issue with this but it did make me laugh that the rule apparently didn’t apply to locals, who were allowed in in miniskirts and tube tops.

The museum it self was interesting with surviver stories about what life was like in the prison during its various uses and with models and mock ups of how prisoners were kept and shackled. It was an interesting visit.

I was exhausted after sweating out in my brown smock so decided to head back to the hotel. I’d had a busy two days and it’s hard to explain why, but just being in Hanoi solo is quite exhausting, it’s such a busy city and you have to be constantly aware of vehicles everywhere and it’s so hot and noisy so the hotel pool was a welcome relief, honestly the best £12 I’d spent! I saw Cao again around the pool and was telling him what I’d been up to and he pointed out a few suggestions of more things to do the following day, he used to be a tour guide in the city as a student and offered to take me out to some local food spots for dinner so I could try some local food other than bahn mi.

It was a super fun evening and honestly so nice to have someone else navigate, we all know that’s not my strong point! He took me to a night market/festival in square in the city that was a celebration for the start of the south east Asian games, with I think was basically like an mini Olympics for east Asia. After we had grabbed some drinks and had a look around we then headed to get some dinner at a local Pho restaurant. The place was super busy and there was no English anywhere so I just let Cao choose what one we had. Pho is the national dish if Vietnam and is a broth with meat, herbs and rice noodle. It was really tasty! Cao joked that he had to let me taste the safe food as tourists never want to try actual food that locals love, like snails. So not one to be outdone, I agreed to go a try snails from a street vender nearby, Cao bought us a small portion of small snails. He told me that they are farmed and come in small and large size. The snails came in a big bowl with a small dipping sauce on the side and I made Cao show me how to use a fork to pull the snail out of its shell and how to tear of its stomach before eating it. He didn’t believe I was going to actually do it up until it was in my mouth, and was shocked for ages afterwards that I had actually eaten it and kept telling any locals who would listen, who all also seemed to be impressed. I’ve never impressed so many with so little effort before! The snails were fine, a little chewy but not particularly gross and they just tasted like whatever you had dipped them in.

Snails and dipping sauces

Our next stop was much more touristy, the famous beer street which is just like it sounds a street full of people selling beer, the road is lined with bars and the street itself is full of tiny stools the Vietnamese sit on for outside dining, a bit taller than a step. Cao found it funny that I was more grossed out trying his local beer than the snails. Can confirm I still hate beer even the Vietnamese variety.

Cao showing me beer street

Our last stop on the way home was into a local art exhibition, which was an interesting mix of paintings that looked like they had been done my an amazing artist next to one that looked like it had been done by a child. But it was an interesting look into the day to day sights of locals and seeing the city through there eyes. All in all it was a really fun evening and when Cao offered to take me to a few other tourist sights the next day I happily accepted.

I lucked out meeting Cao, not only did I learn loads of interesting stuff about his life and growing up in Vietnam and got to get free tours from a former tour guide I also got the use of his bike. The main tourist attractions I had yet to visit were those which weren’t within walking distance as I wasn’t super keen on renting a bike and taking my life into my hands. But Cao had his bike with him as drove us to the tourist attractions the next day. That was an experience in itself, being in a river of bikes, luckily Cao was a good driver and we arrived at all of our stops unharmed and with no close calls and after I stopped fearing for my life and realised we were going to be okay, I actually kind of enjoyed the rides.

Our first stop was the Ho Chin Min mausoleum, where the preserved body if Vietnamese leader Ho Chin Min has been stored. You have to wait in qué for several hours to walk past his body and no photos are allowed. We also got a look around the area where he used to live and got to look at the building and his cars and house. It was interesting to look around and he is obviously deeply loved by the Vietnamese.

For lunch we went to another local restaurant where I was the only non-local there. This time it was a fragrant soup with meatballs and cold noodles that you dipped into the soup before eating. Again very tasty!

After lunch we visited the famous street with the train track in the middle. Super interesting to see, the shops all have their wares on wheels and when a train comes down the narrow street, they pull all their items in and everyone in the street has to find a shop of doorway to stand in to avain getting squished by a train.

After train street Cao took us on a quick ride around west lake, another large lake in Hanoi and we stopped to try some fruit teas. It was a nice way to end the day. After this we picked up my bag and Cao dropped me off at the hotel my Intrepid your would start at and we said our good-byes. Cao had been a lovely tour guide and I saw so much I wouldn’t have done on my own, I was super grateful to have met him.

Once I had checked in at the hotel and unpacked I went down to the welcome meeting for my tour and met everyone and then our tour guide took us back to beer street to grab some drinks and get to know each other as we would be spending the next few weeks together.

So many more stories to come! Will tell you all about it soon, lots of love Alice x

Ao Nang, Thailand

We had a quick pitstop at Ao Nang, a seaside town on the mainland. From here we would split up and take busses to separate parts of Thailand, Grace was headed east to do her diving course and I was headed north to Phuket airport and onwards to Vietnam.

It wasn’t quite as plain sailing there as I’d of hoped, as I arrived to find my flight to Thailand and my flight home to the UK had been cancelled so I spent the first half a day in Ao Nang contacting airlines and chasing refunds so I could rebook my flights. but after a tense few hours I managed to rebook everything. The rest of the afternoon we spent chilling by the pool and we headed out for one of our last few authentic Thai curries in the evening, then on to a bar where they tried to sell us magic mushroom milkshakes and weed, but we settled for a few rounds of beer pong with some people we had met instead.

The next day we decided to visit the famous Railey beach a small peninsula only accessible by boat with interesting rock formations and beautiful beaches. We got into a boat taxi which was a merge if a traditional boat with an engine on a stick propelling us through the water. Unfortunately for us it rained most of the time we were there, but in-between we still managed to walk to all four of the famous beaches and we spent a good hour watching people rock climbing up the side of a cliff face.

We returned back to the mainland and then packed ready for our busses the next morning.

We started off on the same bus taken to the local depo and then had to wait for our separate busses which ended up taking about an hour. In that time I managed to accidentally lure in about 10 cats by opening a bag of crisps and then had to spent the next 5 minutes fighting them off, much to the amusement of the other people waiting. Eventually we said our goodbyes and got onto our busses ready for the next part of our adventures. This part I’d be without my chief navigator so I had decided to book onto a tour.

I’ll tell you all about it soon, lots of love, Alice x

Leaving got surrounded by cats who wanted my crisps

Thai Islands

For our next two weeks in Thailand we had a very chill time, mostly spent between different islands and beaches, we had planned to move on to Malaysia but once we reached nearer to the boarder we found out that although Malaysia was technically ‘open to tourists’ it was only if you flew in, land borders were still closed. So we instead maximised our beach time which was super relaxing for us but not so exciting in terms of blog content. So I figured rather than a blog on each place, I would just amalgamate them all into one post.

We flew into the famous Phuket and had booked a couple of days here but we were left unimpressed, it felt a bit like we’d stepped into Magaluf, drunk people on the streets and every restaurant selling food ‘just like home’. Luckily we had really nice owners of our BnB who couldn’t do more to help us and showed us where a less touristy beach was so we mainly just chilled there for two days before getting the ferry to Koh Phi Phi. The owners were again super cute and got us a free local breakfast of fried pork and sticky rice for the journey which was delicious.

Our second stop Koh Pho Phi was also very touristy but luckily a bit nicer, we stayed in a cute little hostel run by a couple and their two kids who we made the mistake of playing with on arrival and then had to give piggie backs every time we saw them after that! On our first day we headed to the beach, suprise suprise! It was really cute a quiet but within half an hour of being their we saw a storm roll in, we thought we could wait it out and spent an hour watching the thunderstorm over the sea. Once it calmed down a bit we made our way back to the hostel in the rain, which was actually a nice change from the heat!

In the evening we went for dinner and then drinks along the beach front, every bar had some sort of fire show going on, dancing and juggling with flaming batons an even playing long distance catch with them, throwing them over the head of the audience. I was less than keen on being sat under that and realized I was getting old when I was thinking about how maybe health and safety standards weren’t so bad after all and were needed in cases like this! But Grace reassured me they knew what they were doing.

As possible as that may be I still didn’t volunteer when it came to the audience participation part of the show, it involved a woman holding a cigarette in their mouth while they swung chalices of fire closer and closer to her until it lit the cigarette. After that it was a ‘how low can you go?’ competition under a burning stick, that I did get dragged into. It turns out the answer is ‘quite bloody low’ when the alternative is being burnt on the face. For each height round we completed we were given a shot and after a few rounds we decided to stop as fire and drunken people seemed a dangerous mix….that and it turns out were not super flexible..

Our fears about drunk people and fire were not shared by the bars entertainment team, who brought out large skipping ropes on fire and let whoever would like a go the chance to skip between them. This went about as well as you would imagine, several drunk people got singed and one quite badly burnt before it was put away.

The next morning we went on a boat trip around a few smaller islands, stopping to snorkel around a place called shark point where we did indeed see some small white tip sharks, monkey Island where we also say Monkeys and when we asked what type of monkeys they were we were told ‘local monkeys’ and this was our go to response when ever we saw monkeys after that!

Our next stop was the famous Maya beach where ‘The Beach’ with Leonardo DiCaprio was filmed, it was absolutely beautiful and somehow we managed to turn up at lunch time when the place was almost empty. The beach has only just reopened after it was almost destroyed by tourists and you are now not allowed to stay for more than an hour or enter the sea further than your knees. A rule that is enforced by and angry man in camouflage sat in the bushes who jumps out and blows a whistle at unsuspecting tourists. But the efforts have worked as the beach is back to its pristine condition. We also stoped at some beautiful coves the way back but the show stopper of the trip was right at the end as we returned in the near darkness, we headed to a known bioluminescence spot and got into the water to swim with them.

It was one of the most surreal things I have ever experienced. We were in water in total darkness and the water was the same temperature as the air so it just felt like floating in nothingness and then as soon as you moved your legs or arms quickly the water around you sparked in a green light it was an incredible experience that I can’t do justice with my explanation. But I was pretty knackered after 30 minutes of thrashing around so was glad that was the last stop of the day.

The next day Grace went scuba diving and I headed to the beach with a girl called B from our hostel and later made some other friends at the hostel too. In the evening we all decided to head out to a Mai Thai bar. The bar had an absolutely brilliant marketing technique, it hosted professional Mai Thai events (Thai Martial arts/boxing) in the early evening to draw in a crowd of tourists and then got them drunk with cheap promotional offers and then charged them for a chance to fight each other in the ring so that the customers became the entertainment for other customers. I mean if you have to put up with drunk fighting tourists you may as well contain it and make a profit out of it!

We discovered after a few rounds that size seems to be the biggest contributing factor in who wins. A fact we tried to impress on one of the girls in the group Yasmin who had done many Mai Thai classes in the UK. She was convinced her experience would outweigh her tiny stature. She was unfortunately paired against an Israeli girl who not only was twice her size but was on her post military service gap year. Twice her size and with military training, Yasmin never stood a chance but was gracious in defeat at least.

After the bar we headed down to a party on the beach and me and grace shared a ‘bucket’ cocktail, basically what it sounds like a cocktail in a small bucket normally used to make sandcastles. It was lethal, we probably only had a quarter of the bucket each and it nearly kills us. Worst hang over of my life and I vaguely remember a very fun night that involved riding an electric rodeo bull and lots of dancing. Safe to say the journey to the next ferry the following day was a struggle. One Grace kindly immortalised in photos for me!

Next was a short two days in Koh Lanta, we booked onto a snorkeling trip but unfortunately there were jelly fish everywhere. The guides assured us they weren’t dangerous but they seemed reluctant to get into the water and when they did they sent one guy to move the jellyfish he did it with a long broomstick, not a good sign. Our worries were confirmed when a family came back covered in long red lines over their arms and legs where they had swam across some. Luckily they didn’t hurt them to bad but we still weren’t to keen to get in the water after that so it ended up being a scenic boat ride.

The jelly moving stick

That evening we went to an outdoor cinema with people from the hostel, we ended up being late as on our first attempt to leave Grace slipped and fell face first into a big pile of mud. I think I deserve some sort of medal for contacting my laughter to under 3 minutes and not taking any photos! We eventually made it to the cinema just as the film was starting for a free cinema it was really good nice outdoor seating and we watched the Disney film ‘Big Red’ although we had to stand for what we dubbed the ‘King’s trailer’ which was a weird promotional video of the king that everyone stands with their hand over their heart for. It’s also played in public twice a day at 8am and 8pm and everyone freezes in the hand on heart position until it’s over. Which was very creepy the first time it happened and we had no idea what was happening.

Our next island was Koh Lipe, it would be the last we visited together before going out separate ways so we decided to book a nice beach hut and make the most of it. Unfortunately, things got on on a bad foot as the whole island seemed to be swarming with a plague of mosquitoes and I had managed to book a hut with no air-conditioning, seeing as we were seating just standing still that was never going to work. So I had a stressful hour of negotiating an air-conditioned room while Grace took herself off somewhere quite to refrain from hitting me.

After that we had a nice relaxing week and our luck improved…. mostly. I brought out the mango wine I had brought a few weeks ago and carried around since to celebrate our last few nights, execpt it apparently needed to be drunk sooner than that and when I opened it it just exploded on me and to room! Other than that our days were relaxing and uneventful apart from on our walk to dinner one night we were down an alley and came across what I can only assume was a big black dog, but all we could see were big eyes staring at us in the darkness and heard a low growl. We managed to skirt by and not get eaten so it could have been worse! At one point grace also decided to adopt some local kittens and lure them into our hut which was very cute at first until they found their way under an unused cupboard and scared out three cockroaches we were happy not knowing were there previously!

The taxis on the island
More delicious Thai food

After our few days of relaxing we headed on to Ao Nang a seaside village on the mainland ready for me to get a bus to Krabi and fly out to Vietnam and for grace to fly to Koh Tao.

I’ll tell you all about that soon, love Alice x

Chiang Mai, Thailand

Our first day in Chiang Mai was pretty uneventful, we walked around the city like zombies, still knackered from our terrible sleep on the night train. we decided to get some comfort food, something from home we’d not had in a while, a sandwich! We should have known it was a little too good to be true, the bread was once again sweet bread and we paid twice what local food would have cost us for this disappointment. I would like to say we’ve learnt our lesson, but sometimes it just looks so delicious and when it’s been weeks or sometimes months since we’ve had it we get drawn in!

After sleeping most of the afternoon we finally felt human again around dinner time and decided to try out a restaurant we had heard rave reviews about from critics and other travelers alike. It boasted the nicest massaman curry in Thailand. So when we got there that’s exactly what I ordered. The waiter asked if I would like a small medium or large portion and I opted for medium after our disappointing lunch. It turns out medium was enough to feed a family of four! Luckily it was absolutely delicious so I managed nearly two people’s worth and Grace also selflessly helped a bit too. She had chosen one of her favourite Thai dishes, one we don’t see much in the UK and mostly only see in the north of Thailand. Khao Soi, it’s a cross between a curry and a soup, with noodles on the bottom and fried crispy noodles on the top. It was also delicious, the restaurant really lived up to the reviews!

On our second day in Chiang Mai we signed up for a tour, we were told we would be doing a hike to the highest point in Vietnam and around a waterfall but that wasn’t quite the case. Instead our first stop was being driven to a waterfall, it was very pretty and we did get to walk around it and do a quick 10 minute walk around it but after that it was back on the bus.

Our next stop was the kind and queen peaks, beautiful monuments to the previous reigning king and his wife one situated at either side of some beautiful flower gardens. The deceased former king was already placed in his monument but the queen was not as she was currently still alive and I don’t think she would take too kindly to being buried there just yet!

Our next stop was the highest point in Thailand, unfortunately we were again driven there instead of hiking it, but it was still cool to see. It’s also the coldest point in Thailand at around 17°c and the Thai tourists were loving it with thick jackets on and remarking how it was like Aircon but in nature! After this visit we did finally get to do a hike for around two hours which was pretty cool, we got to see some cool sights and Grace also got to use a cool walking stick which she enjoyed and I spent a big part of the walk almost tripping over.

After the hike we were taken to a local market and got to try lots of different free samples, I ended up buying some chewy dried mango pieces and a mango wine, which I ended up carrying around in my bag for two weeks until I realised it had gone off when I finally wanted a glass!

Our last stop was to a local tribe who had migrated to Thailand from Myanmar and had previously made a living growing opiates but now farmed coffee. I say used to, they did offer for us to buy some opiates and when we said no they claimed to be joking but we weren’t entirely convinced! It was interesting though and they told us how the local community had helped them learn a substainable legal trade.

All in all it was a good day although we did feel a bit like we were on the tourist convaioir belt. Although the day wasn’t wasted, we finally got to try the famous (amounts backpackers at least) 7/11 cheese toasty. It’s just a cheese and ham tosty you can buy in 7/11 convenience stores that they heat up for you. We had first heard about it from backpackers all the way over in central America and had laughed at one guy who suggested it was a staple of visiting Thailand but once we got here we heard a lot of hype about it. Surprisingly it really lived up to the hype it was super cheesy and delicious, I would definitely eat it again!

Our third day in Chiang Mai was based on more traditional food. We had booked onto a cooking course with a woman named Benny. Grace had done the course with her the last time she was in Thailand, several years ago, and still raves about it to this day as one of her favourite things she did while traveling. Obviously we had to book onto the course. A guy called AJ who we met in Bangkok was also keen to join us after hearing Grace’s raving review.

We were picked up in a tuk tuk and taken straight to a local market where Benny walked us around pointing out various herbs and vegetables we hadn’t seen before and showing us how the coconut milk we would be using was made and which chillies are best for different dishes. She also let us try anything we saw that looked good including some mini oval pancakes and a delicious spicy Chiang Mai sausage. We also saw some pink eggs and Benny explained the local taste for salted and fermented eggs and cracked some open for us to try. The salted eggs were a bit gross and I could tell from the smell of the fermented egg it was not the one for me!

After we had brought all of the things we needed from the market we drove back to Benny’s house where her and her partner had prepared a cooking area in her beautiful garden overlooking a rice paddy. We would each get to cook 5 courses from scratch: a soup, a satay stick, a curry paste which we used to make a curry, a noodle dish and a dessert.

We were each allowed to pick a different soup, meat to satay, noodle dish, curry and dessert dish. So me and Grace picked different ones for each to maximize our knowledge. We learnt so much, Benny was a great teacher and made it all so easy, I left feeling I could easily replicate the dishes at home with the right ingredients, time will tell if that’s true! The food itself was delicious, but Benny’s inside was the most interesting part she was telling us about how different dishes originated, what areas prefer what food and also just general information about Thailand and the Songkran festival that was currently happening.

Songkran is the traditional new year celebration for the Thai calender, it is traditionally to splash Somone with water to wash away their sins and normally cities all over Thailand have a massive city wide water fight. Unfortunately this was cancelled this year because of COVID.

Benny was also asking us about life in England and what people are there and how they cooked it. I was saying how my favourite meat was lamb and Benny commented that she had never had it as it was so expensive here but she had always wanted to try it as many tourists claim it is their favourite.

After several hours of cooking we finally got to eat our feast of 5 courses and Benny gave us free drinks, it was such a fun day we had really enjoyed it and so did Benny. She asked us if we would like to go for drinks with her and her partner Nan the following evening, they said they would show us some of the Songkran parties that were still going ahead against the rules. We agreed and also found a french restaurant that served Lamb and offered to treat them for dinner too. So we settled that they would pick us up at 6pm the following evening.

The next day was pretty uneventful for us, we spent it planning and doing laundry and general life admin. At 6pm we were picked up and headed to the French restaurant, Benny was super excited to try lamb but also felt very guilty as it was so ‘expensive’, which it is for Thailand, dinner and a drink here will normally cost around £2 where as lamb, which is not farmed here and has to be imported in is a bit more expensive, but for us as westerners it is still cheap. We ended up having four mains including lamb stew and a leg of lamb, a bottle of wine, four soft drinks, a bottle of water and four deserts and it came to £38! Less than £10 per person. Benny reeealllly liked the lamb and it was an experience to watch her taste it and try the texture and taste of it with and without other parts of the meal. It was honestly worth more than £10 to see her enjoyment!

After the meal they took us to a huge local club called warm up cafe which is a really famous club in Thailand but not on the tourist radar at all, we were the only non-thai people in the place. We had to do a covid test on entry which was a very surreal experience but once we got in it was really fun! Benny and Nan wouldn’t let us but a drink the whole night, they got us Thai rum and some coke to mix it with and we listened to some Thai bands and then had a bit of a dance in the air conditioned dancefloor.

Once that closed, we headed to the more touristy bar area and to a club called Zoe in yellow where the water fight was well in swing and they had a street party with giant sprinklers pumping water over the street, we got absolutely soaked but it was so fun!

A great end to our time in Chiang Mai, next we’ll be heading down south to explore some of the beautiful islands!

I’ll tell you all about it soon, lots of love, Alice x

Battambang, Cambodia

The bus ride from Phnom Penh to Batambang was a long one taking 7 hours in total. We did have a stop at a service station for lunch, I ordered chicken noodles which seemed to contain every part of the chicken except the bits we eat in the UK. No leg or breast meat but plenty of internal organs, the chicken’s feet and even cubes of chicken blood sausage. I gave a few of the more edible looking bits a try but mostly concentrated on the noodles! Most of the group preferred to go hungry. Even the vegetarians were left disappointed after finding the only vegetarian meal was just a plate of morning glory (A kind of spinach eaten for breakfast here). You can imagine the jokes that provided us with…

Our next stop was one where we didn’t risk food poisoning at least, it was a small family run pottery. And when I say family run I mean it, everyone was involved from the grandmother making pots to small children digging the clay from the ground and a young teen adding insulation and concrete bases to some basic cooking ovens being made. It was a quite interesting and enjoyable stop, if you ignore the child labour! But the kids were playing in the clay and fascinated to see us.

Initially we weren’t sure what they were making. It was basically an insulated container with one open side and prongs on top. Used to light a fire in the bottom, once the container heats up you can put a pot or wok to cook with. Our guide Sarath was mind blown that we had never seen one before as it’s such a basic household item here and how everyone cooks. He couldn’t believe that we all had ‘fancy hotel ovens’ at home.

The grandmother also showed us how she makes the pots from the clay. Potter’s wheels are not needed here, instead she just walks backwards in circles around the clay. When someone asked why she didn’t buy a wheel she was mystified why anyone would need one. Getting me to walk around backwards to demonstrate how easy it was.

After a few more hours we reached Battambang. A few of us decided to do the optional extra of riding the ‘bamboo train’. The ‘train’ is an invention by the locals to use an old railway track to move things between villages. Two axles with rollers the right distance apart are put on the track and then a rigid bamboo floor mat placed over them to sit. Originally a hand pumped leaver was used to move the contraption along, but nowadays they use a motor.

It was great fun, we were wizzing along the track. At one point we met some locals coming the other way and with a huff our driver got us all off, took the contraption apart, let the other train pass and put it all together again.

Eventually we reached a small bridge over the river and the drivers stopped to let us get off and watch the sunset. Apparently we were a little too keen, we all got off at once leaving the driver and engine on one side of the axle and causing the train to tip up.

Once there, there wasn’t much to do except have a photo shoot, so obviously we did and milked it! We also saw some monks having a photo shoot too, so we weren’t the only ones!

The next morning we went on a bicycle tour. Batambang is known as the rice bowl of Cambodia, so we got to see everything and anything made out of rice. We had a joke on the trip that if you were ever unsure of what you were eating it was probably rice of some kind. This trip definitely proved that!

First we saw the process of making rice paper, the super thin paper like wraps used in fresh spring rolls. I even got to have a go at rolling one out to dry in the heat.

Next on the tour was a house making sweets out of, you guessed it, rice. They were nice enough but not really my thing, its like a ground down and condensed version of rice pudding I guess.

After that was a brewery making rice wine. Sadly we didnt get to try any, but that may have been for the best, the whole opperation had a very moon-shine feel about it and I actually enjoy not being blind…

After this we went to see a traditional Cambodian house that had been in a family for 7 generations and had a lot of antiques, it was interesting to look around and also super cool to see how the building let in a breeze and kept cool. They also showed us how they grind up rice as no stop could be complete without some rice facts.

The one stop of the day that didnt invlove rice was the Prahok making tour, I ended up being the only one brave enough (also know as smell deficient enough) to take part in this stop. I was taken around a fish processing area where a speciality of Prahok (fermented fish paste) was made. There were a lot of big open barrels of fermenting fish. I wasnt quite brave enough to try any but it was interesting to see the process.

On our way back from the tour we got caught in a large down poor of rain, so heavy we couldnt ride our bikes in it, some kind shopkeepers let us stand away from the rain in their large open shop, we were stuck there for about an hour but it ended up being one of our best stops. An impromptu meet and greet with two locals, translated by our guide they were asking us about where we came from and how things worked in our countries. They found it funny that white people are all obsessed with cheese, something not really found in cambodia, infact they dont really have a popular word for it instead calling it ‘American Milk’. That got us on to the subject of hotdogs, here what they’re called roughly translates to ‘American Dicks’ this let on to more dick related conversations including the fact that cambodians use ox cock as slang for aubergine but they also eat ox cock which lead to some hillarious pranks on some travelers. Eventually the rain cleared and we left our new friends behind and cycled back to the hotel.

Day two bike tour rice paper, rice wine, fish factory, rice cake, ride in the rain, ox cock. Evening saw bats walked up to Budda, tried crickets silk worm and raw meat.

In the evening we got to experience the famous bat migration at Phnom Sampov. We parked up and walked down what felt like an A road, the further we walked the bussier it got, there were food stalls and tables and chairs everywhere all directly under a huge cave, it had a real festival vibe, even though this happened daily.

The migration doesnt happen until 5pm so we decided to expolore the area while we waited. We climbed up the giant budda to get a view of the area and then after that hungry work we went of to try some local speciality foods.

A few of of us were brave enough to try crickets, silk worms and raw beef, (not sure why I was so keen to risk food poisining this close to the end of the trip, but luckily it was fine!) but we werent brave enough to try the raw chicken fetus even though our guide indulged and kept asking if we wanted some…

After our snacks, we sat down and waited for 5pm, when the migration would begin. First it was just a trickel of bats that came out of the cave, but then there were more and more until a thick stream of them could be seen coming out of the cave and snaking across the sky, there were thousands! The photos really dont capture how many there were and they kept coming at that volume for about 45 minutes.

We stayed until dark and then headed back to the hotel to rest after our jam packed day. The next few days will be just as busy, will write about them soon.

Love Alice x

Phenom Phen, Cambodia

Our journey from Vietnam to Cambodia was a long one. Ten hours on a bus including a two hour stop at the border waiting for visas and exit and entry stamps. We got so bored we all had a go at squatting like the locals with varying degrees of success and then we just moved on to doing stretches and yoga because it was nice to move about after being stuck still for so long. Eventually we made it through the border and carried on to Phnom Penh the capital of Cambodia.

Cambodia is quite a poor country and it’s evident from the increased amounts of rubbish everywhere and farm animals wandering about, but it is also very green and beautiful. It has a real mix of roads, some built by the Japanese, which are smooth modern and in good condition and some built by the Chinese, which already appear to be crumbling with potholes. The locals call them the Chinese massage roads as you are bumped and pulled about like a massage. So the onwards journey was a mix of sleeping on the Japanese roads, only to be jolted awake as your head banged against the window once we hit the rougher roads in China.

We arrived, slightly more bruised that we started and in the evening and were supposed to go on a tuk tuk tour of the city. However, it is now the rainy season, so it absolutely chucked it down for two hours completely flooding the roads. So instead we went for dinner in the Hotels restaurant which was delicious, it seems Cambodian food is a mix of the best parts of Thai and Vietnamese food. Our guide told us here the word rice is interchangeable with food/meal as they eat it constantly, instead of asking ‘have you eaten yet?’ they ask ‘have you had rice yet’. After dinner/rice some of us decided to take a dip in the rooftop’s partially covered pool as we would be wet anyway we may as well enjoy the rain from up there with some beers, before heading to bed.

The next day we learned more about the Khmer Rouge an extreme communist party that took control of Cambodia between 1975 to 1979. The party’s aim was to establish a class-less communist state based on a rural agrarian economy and a complete rejection of the free market and capitalism. The way they achieved this was to enter cities, after the end of the brutal civil war for power, and tell the cheering citizens, who were just happy the war was over, that they needed to leave immediately as the city was about to be bombed by America.

Once they left the city with little food and next to no belongings they were not allowed to return, instead they were sent to hard labour camps to farm the land. The Khmer Rouge then arrested and killed thousands of members of the previous government and regimes, including soldiers, politicians and bureaucrats, who they considered to be not “pure people”. Meaning those who were not fit or capable of building the agrarian state they had set out to establish.

Over the following years, hundreds of thousands of intellectuals, professionals, members of minorities and ordinary citizens who were deemed not to conform were also killed in a systematic campaign to eliminate those deemed to be “impure”. With mass exicution centres set up across the country.

This eventually extended to anyone who had lived in a city or not done hard labour being killed. With people being executed if their hands were too soft, skin too pale or if they could not climb a tree fast enough.

There were 8 million people living in Cambodia when the Khmer Rouge came into power in their reign of just 3 years, 8 months and 20 days they had killed around 2 million people. 24% of the population. Mass graves are found all over the country.

Ending just forty two years ago, it’s effects are still seen deeply as you travel around Cambodia. The abolishment of money and free markets means the current currency of Cambodia is weak and is used side by side with US dollars (you regularly receive change in a mix of the two currencies). Normal schooling was banned and teachers executed, meaning even after the regime, there was no one to teach when schools could finally be opened again. It took 10 years to get formal education back in place, meaning a whole generation was left uneducated. Even now students only do half days, one group of children in the morning, one in the afternoon, so that teachers can teach double the amount of students. There was no public or private transportation, meaning roads and transport methods here are limited. Foreign languages, except those of communist countries, were also banned so people of a certain age don’t speak English. Our guide was in his mid/late fifties and told us how he illegally learnt English. The lack of food as the country collapsed also led people to eat insects and learn by trial and error which ones were safe to eat. These are still sold everywhere today: Tarantulas, crickets, Beatles, silk worms etc. Landmines are also still being removed from the land often by the,now grown, child soldiers who were trained to set them up in the first place.

Yet for a country where such horrific suffering happened so recently, I have never met such happy and friendly people. Cambodia is often called the land of smiles and I can see why, wherever you go people wave and smile and practice their English saying hello and good morning and bringing their children to greet you.

It was against this backdrop we visited one of the killing Fields outside Phnom Penh, Choeung Ek. It was truly harrowing. Near the entrance stands a stupa, when Cambodians traditionally place their dead. They had initially planned to dig up the graves and place the skulls of the dead inside as a symbol of remembrance. After removing 5,000 bodies from the site, they decided the number left inside the unopened graves was too large and that they should be left to rest in peace. I’d read about the number of dead, and the horrors they faced, but seeing rows and rows of skulls, and knowing this was just a fraction of those that lost their lives and suffered, the injustice and pointlessness of it all really hit me.

Behind the stupa are the mass graves, some dug by the prisoners themselves before execution, filled with the dead. So many people were killed here, that they attempted to save bullets by instead killing them with bamboo spears, sharp blades of grass or farming instruments such as hoes or hammers. The site is littered with bones, teeth and clothing washed to the surface by the heavy rainy season. The bones and clothing that wash to the surface are put in boxes as soon as possible but the sheer volume of them means that the floor is covered with clothes and teeth and bone fragments as you walk around.

The hardest part was the grave of the mother’s and children. The Khmer Rouge had a saying that ‘to kill grass, you must dig it at the root’ meaning that if they killed one person in a family, the whole family had to be killed so they would not plan revenge. To save ammunition when killing young infants and babies the soldiers would swing them against a tree, while making their mother’s watch, knowing they would be next. It was horrific to see and hear about and the last straw before most of our group were in tears. Even our guide a young woman in her 20’s was crying after telling us many of her aunt’s and uncles were murdered here. It didnt feel right to take photos on the fields themselves where these horrific things had happened, so I have none to add, but there is more information online if you are interested.

Equally as scary was the fact that the guide had asked us not to ask any political questions here and would pretend she didn’t hear us if we asked one even close to being political or relating to anything current. When we got back on the bus she answered the questions she had previously ignored, telling us that the current government is still closely linked to the Khmer Rouge with high officials previously having senior roles, even the president. She told us that tour guides are constantly watched for any criticism of the current government, she told us ‘we are not a communist country externally anymore, but there are always eyes and ears watching’.

The next stop was equally as difficult, we visited Tuol Sleng Genocide Museum. Housed in the infamous former S21 prison. The prison, one of nearly 200, was built in a school in the city and used to hold prisoners of interest to the Khmer Rouge, who tortured them for information. The torture would often lead prisoners to make up stories about being in the CIA or KGB and naming family and friends as co-spies meaning more and more people were brought in and tortured.

Cells were built inside the school and the inmates shackled to the floor given an ammunition box as a toilet. If they spilled any or made a mess they were beaten until they licked it all up. Three times a day they were tortured by beatings and having their wrists tied behind their backs and then being hoisted up on the previous gym rope bar by their wrists, dislocating their bones and ripping their muscles. If they lost consciousness their heads were submerged in a vat of sewage formed from emptying the prisoners ammunition box toilets.

20,000 prisoners were kept in the prison over the three years it was opened, 12 survived. Those twelve only survived as those who were adults were useful enough to the regime in the running of the prison that they were un-shackled and could run when the Vietnamese invasion came close to the prison and the Khmer Rouge soldiers were evacuating. The children were able to escape by hiding in a large pile of dead victims clothes. The rest of the inmates were killed in their cells. Their blood still stains the floor of the museum.

On a positive note we were able to meet two of the survivors. One, an old man, who told us about his life before, during and after the regime. How he was kept alive as he could fix the typewriters that the ‘confessions’ were recorded with. His wife and children were not so lucky and to this day he still does not know why they were all arrested. We also met a man in his late 40’s who was one of the child survivors who told us about his short experience in the prison, the last time he saw his mother through a window as she was taken to be executed, hiding from the guards coming to kill them and about being adopted by a unit of Vietnamese soldiers after they rescued him and then being placed in an orphanage.

Both men had written short books about their experiences which we also purchased. The old man told us to have a photo with him and to smile to show that it had not broken him.

The next day thankfully was a bit less heavy on the heart. We did a tuk tuk tour of Phnom Penh and saw lots of pretty temples and monuments to the king and one to a monk who had standardised the Cambodian language. We also learned about Mrs Phen the woman who founded a buddhist temple on a hill or ‘Phnom’ after she found a statue of Budda floating down a river inside a tree.

We also got to go on a boat ride on the Mekong River. As we waited for the boat to arrive we saw lots of birds in cages and our guide Sareth told us you can pay to release them for good luck so we all paid a dollar to release some. It didn’t get us much luck though, half way through the boat ride there was torrential rain and we had to turn back, we were absolutely drenched!

Hopefully the weather will be better in Batambang where we are headed next! I will tell you all about it soon, love Alice x