HCMC was pretty charming and we stayed in a nice micro hotel with the smallest bathroom we have ever seen, we took a rickshaw ride around and couldn't believe how these guys avoided being crashed into and kept us alive throughout the journey, we spent a pleasant couple of nights meeting other travellers and sampling the local home brew ('pretty disgusting to be honest' said our reviewer) and enjoying being largely free of hawkers... or at least being approached by hawkers who would take no for an answer which was a refreshing change from the persistence of Cambodia.
The next stop on our journey north was a beach resort called Nha Trang, this was the first beach we had visited that wasn't on the gulf of Thailand and so saw a welcome return of some surf to throw ourselves around in! This was great for a day but instantly painful on day two when you felt all the bruises you had gathered on day 1! We boarded the bus after a couple of days still trailing sand that the waves had managed to leave everywhere, it was a just before Christmas and we were heading to the old city of Hoi An and it's collection of tailors for some Christmas cheer.
In Hoi An we saw in Christmas in the traditional British way... with drizzle... lots of drizzle. This was to be a feature of the next 10 days but actually made us feel a little bit at home :) (Well me anyway). We didn't manage to find a Christmas dinner, or any party hats or crackers... we ate Vietnamese food looking out over a cross roads in the pretty old town section of Hoi An with it's stone streets and hickledy pickledy old houses, it was a nice way to spend the evening but we did miss our family and friends and raised a glass to them.
Apart from the beauty of the old town Hoi An is also famous for the number of cloth shops and associated tailors... and having resisted the temptation all around Asia we finally cracked and spent our Christmas day being fitted for suits and shirts, dresses and winter coats all justified with the cry of 'it would be far more expensive back home' we indulged ourselves with the help of gifts from our family and it was a real pleasure to talk to the Fosters whilst we were getting fitted (we think it amused them as well). We did try to get tailored socks made as a special 'Nan' gift but we couldn't unfortunately, next time Nan we promise.
We really enjoyed Hoi An, (although not as much as one couple who had previously stayed at our hotel for a week... they sent back 100 kilos of shopping when they left... we sent a rather more respectable single box) and left hoping that the weather would improve as we headed north (not likely was it..) as we had been under grey skies since Nha Trang.
Well we arrived in Hue to rain, took a boat trip up the Perfume river and wandered round the ancient tombs of kings long dead in the rain, explored the ruined Citadel in the rain, and boarded a bus after a single night in the rain. We smelt slightly of mildew and were wondering if we would ever be dry again... oh and we only had 1 jumper each.
The tombs of the kings built alongside the Perfume river were interesting but mostly closed up, the kings themselves were buried in secret with lots of treasure (no-one knows where to this day) but not in their tomb complexes apparently and the beautiful gardens were not really explorable due to the wet conditions which was a shame as they looked really good from under the caps of our hastily purchased ponchos.
Communist Vietnam for a long time viewed it's ancient palaces and citadels as remnants of a discarded past and so allowed them to fall into disrepair and neglect (those that hadn't been destroyed by various wars... the French had destroyed lots of temples and pagodas in apparent acts of malice when they were ousted, and the US bombers took care of a lot of what was left). This means that a lot of palaces and pagodas are in pretty poor condition as the moist conditions mean the rot really sets in (our guide had explained Hue has two seasons, warm and wet, and cold and wet). The government has now realised the value of these sights as tourist attractions and are trying to fix the problem albeit in a rather haphazard way, often there are with strange modern replicas of an ancient building that used to stand on the site, as the temples and pagodas are often closed to the public you can end up trecking around for an hour to visit the outside of a modern replica of an ancient building... in the rain... it's very communist.
Whilst we were in Hue we found out that Vietnam were in the final of a south east Asian football tournament against Thailand and wandered into a crowded bar to watch the game. Vietnam subsequently won with a cracking goal in the last minute of normal time. The stunning victory (Vietnam had never won the tournament before) sent the Vietnamese wonderfully crazy with dancing on pool tables, congas in the street, and the singing along to a song to which the only lyrics were: VIETNAM, HO CHI MINH! repeated over and over again for 3 minutes... and then restarted... it was easy to sing along to though and we all joined in with the fun, it was a great night and we were lucky to experience it, it was slightly tinged with jealousy from this Englishman though who couldn't help but think that England would have fluffed the last minute chance and gone on to lose on penalties... not bitter... honest.
The final leg of our trip up through Vietnam was an overnight bus trip to Hanoi, we ended up on the back beds meaning Ben spent the night shoulder to shoulder with a charming French chap, it does bring you closer to your fellow man this trip, sometimes too close but everyone was friendly about it and a few shared tales and rolled eyes and we were ready to go... we just hoped that we would find Hanoi dryer than the middle of the country...
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