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- One of Cambodia’s more developed big brothers next door, the long and skinny latitude transcending country of Vietnam, has plenty of interface with the Pacific. This time I hung out in the south, but I’d love to return to see more of the central and northern parts of the country.
I have this friend, her name is Katie, and she’s really persuasive (or maybe I’m just easily persuaded?). Any who, this persuasion landed me in our next door neighbor country to the east, the words I wrote in my journal to describe my experience in the country afterward were: Surprising, varying, pleasant, and intriguing. And I’d say that it was just that. That and it also included clean streets, fresh food, and mountains.
So I totally went last-minute, like…as last minute as it gets. I’d conceded myself to spending April at site, in a puddle of my own sweat, eating mangos to try to console my overheated body. April is the hottest month in Cambodia, and sometimes when I’m in the direct sunlight, I feel like I’m glowing like coals in a fire. It’s also Khmer New Year, so the schools shut down for the month, in true Khmer holiday fashion, and this is an opportunity for the english teaching PCV’s to take a much deserved vacay. So, since the lovely fellow PCV crew I spent Christmas with (Katie, Tim, and Kaija) was tripping it over to Viet Nam, I was able to lolly gag along and ever so graciously take advantage of the first leg of their planned stint. And as all of my time spent with these three usually is, it was wonderful!
I had no idea what to expect beyond getting my visa and bus ticket to the border. I felt like quite the Lone Ranger, out there in the boonies of Svay Rieng province on the way to Viet Nam (the second poorest province in Cambodia), staring out the window at the dried up rice paddies and dwindling water buffalo puddles. The world is the color of dried hay around these parts, it’s mud turned to dust, kelly green rice plants once hanging heavy with grains, chopped off and left to dehydrate in the unforgivable Cambodian sun. And it just keeps going, as far as your eye can see.
In total my stay lasted about ten days (a few extra more than I’d planned due to my silly little passport…we’ll get there). I arrived in Saigon (Ho Chi Minh) on a Tuesday afternoon, and nervously sat and waited for my friends to find me, only to grab the bull by the horns (a lose) and get myself lost in this new, jam-packed, bustling city. After dealing with the liar of a taxi driver who scammed me into a ride around the block without not actually knowing where he was taking me, I finally found the hotel I was looking for. A few minutes later, while I sat and finished my left over indian food from the night before, I got a call from Tim, casually confirming that they’d be there in a jiff, while I exclaimed in joy that they’d called me (I have this nervous habit of imagining the worst possible scenario at all times, which was at this point…me being totally on my own, worrying other people all the while, in a city I’d never been to before…gulp). But all was fine, they found me, we went and found spring rolls than internet and coffee. They told me about their day at the museum, and we gushed over a piece of carrot cake and chatted about how clean the side walks were. Then at 10 pm that night, it was off the second stop of the trip: Da Lat.
I had no clue how much I was going to love this place, sure, Saigon was new, but it was still a big, grumpy, busy big city, not exactly my cup of tea. But I knew nothing about Da Lat, just that it was “in the mountains”…sweet! So after a seemingly super scary bus ride taking mountain curves at much faster than Cambodian speeds, we arrived at 4 am, to a goosebumps inducing temperature in the air, and I swear the air felt just a little bit thinner, oh my lord it felt SO good. We made our way to this hotel Katie’s friend had recommended. She said it had stellar breakfast (and it was!). We knocked on the door and slept on the floor and benches of the lobby until they could hook us up with our rooms down the street. Oh, and what an upgrade it was! It was $12.50 a night for me to stay but read: Cushy comfy bed with a fuzzy blanket for the chilly weather and jacuzzi tub (AND one of those nice toilets the flush quietly). It was a little slice of Asian heaven.
I still can’t believe that I got to take a hot shower in cold weather. It was absolutely amazing.
It’s incredible what a little elevation can add to your life, not only did we get to spend the next couple of days riding a cable car over rolling hills covered in pine trees and walking around a lake, we got to indulge in the delicious produce and foods that developed agricultural systems and colder temperatures can afford. Avocados, beets, mullberries, strawberries, artichoke tea, wine, milk, almonds, coffee. Oh my belly was ecstatic with this little vacation it got to take. The city of Da Lat had been nick named the alps of Viet Nam, according to our guidebook, so there was a lot of hoakyness going on, but it was loveable enough. We spent our time relaxing and taking in the city, not being overly pestered my vendors and sellers, having the great conversations that always seem to crop up whenever I’m with these great people. Twas a glorious place to visit in Viet Nam, I’d say : )
Then next it was off to Nah Trang, a popular beach town a little further north of Da Lat. The drive down out of the mountains in the daylight was spectacular, getting to watch the vegetation change with the altitude was so good. It kind of induced this epiphany as I stared out the window on the way down. That’s one thing that’s really missing in Cambodia, for me: A change in scenery. Montana is so varying in its topography and it’s seasons, I’ve grown to love watching scree turn to short stubby little alpine flowers turn to tall scratchy bushes and trees. Watching the leaves turn in autumn and the snow melting to reveal ambitious greenery underneath in the spring. While it can be a nuisance, I’ve come to love that it can be 75 and sunny one day, and there’ll be a foot of snow on the ground the next. It’s Montana, that’s why you dress in layers…
But all the while, we arrived to Nah Trang, and I scraped my jaw off the floor after watching the beautiful country of Vietnam whiz by. We checked into our hotel and gave our passports over to the lady running the place (crucial plot changing point) and then we wandered out to go and find this brewery we’d heard of. It existed, and it had not one, not two, not three, but four different beers on draft, one of them being a delicious dark brew that I could’ve drank a lot of had it not been quite the pretty penny on our modest budget. With four people, we got one of each, and sat at this hyper touristy resort and passed to our left after each sip, each of us discussing how we liked each one, and agonizing over the lack of good beer in our lives. Then afterward it was indian food and bed time. The next day, Tim and Katie took a little ride out to the bay where Tim’s Dad was stationed during the Viet Nam War, and Kaija and I hoofed it over to a beautiful wat after an early morning coffee, shared a yummy veggie filled lunch, and went and caught some rays at the beach. After Tim and Katie returned, we went and I fulfilled my personal quest to eat some seafood. Then it was to bed early, since I had to return the next day on a 10 hour bus ride back to Saigon to get back to dear ‘ol Kampuchea.
Up at the butt crack of dawn, I slipped on my chaco’s as I groggily swung my back pack over my shoulder and made my way with the crew to go and grab a quick morning coffee. It was about 5 hours later when I mindlessly eaves dropped on an Aussie couple discussing who should hold on to their passports that I realized I’d left mine at the front desk of the hotel. Awww, man. This trip had been so nice so far.
And barring the slightly stressful arrival in Saigon, when I couldn’t manage to buy a sim card to call my friends that would work, and I couldn’t access the internet from my computer because of a program I had to download due to internet restrictions in the country, and I learning that I’d missed the last bus back to Nah Trang that night by about 10 minutes. All the while Peace Corps was accidentally erroneously deleting my communications about my needing to stay in Viet Nam to get my passport back and freaking out that I was dead in a ditch somewhere, while I panically schemed about how I’d hide on the bus to make it past the border (I’ll just explain it to my bus driver in Khmer, he’ll be on my team because I speak Khmer! How could it fail?)…that plan got nixed, in case you were worried : )
No, after a couple deep breaths and some ice cream, I returned back to Da Lat to meet up with the lovely Garrett, who hand delivered it to me as I spent a couple more days in the lap of higher altitude luxury, whilst spending some incredible quality time with friends, and having a pretty memorable deep convo to boot, can’t really complain! Everything worked out, and we all lived happily ever after.
Viet Nam was great, a pleasant last-minute kind of surprise. Here’s some pictures if you’re interested:
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I’m so thankful for the incredible memories, I’ll hold on them almost as tightly as I’ll hold on to my passport. Lots of love, folks : )