We left Mui Ne and survived our last bus of death 5 hour journey to Ho Chi Minh City. The traffic got worse and worse heading to the country’s capital and so did the near misses. I have figured out Vietnamese bus driving now: get as close as you can behind the bus/truck in front so that you can’t see the road ahead, then decide you want to overtake, pull out for a wee look to the opposite lane and then do a huge swerve back in as you face another truck coming towards you at full whack, or go for the overtake anyway in the hope that the truck on the other side will hang back a bit rather than hit you face on and kill everyone.
Neither of us dared to even talk about the fact that our trip was coming to an end. We had thought we would just wind down with a little cafe eating and shopping.
However, a few days before in Nha Trang, our good friend Katie had emailed us a website link www.xotours.vn which she thought might be of interest – basically a food tour on the back of motorbike . A 4.5 hour evening food tour on the back of a scooter around HCM city, eating and drinking local style. Does it get much better? We booked the tour within minutes of reading Katie’s email and now were really excited to reach Saigon, despite nearing the end of our trip.
We checked into our hotel. We had pre booked on-line without much care – we were so tired by now, we knew we could sleep anywhere. I did however object to the fact that only the bottom sheet on the bed was clearly the only sheet that had been changed. I don’t consider myself a fussy traveller but I do have bionic nose and eyes when it comes to clean sheets.
I politely (Ok, slightly sarcastically) asked at reception if they would be so good as to change the other sheets too, fully expecting them to deny that they hadn’t. “Yes, no problem Madame” was their reply. Bloody cheek of it. We returned to the room later to find clean pillows but still a slept in duvet cover so I took it upon myself to invade the laundry cupboard, much to Lindsay’s amusement, and change the duvet cover myself.
Neither Lindsay or I are really ones for shopping. Although Lindsay did have a full list of things in her head to buy from day one, the heat, bartering and effort involved both now and during the rest of the trip were usually cast aside in favour of a cafe with cold beer, eating or doing something else way more fun. Saigon was no different. Our entire trip’s shopping was done in about 30 minutes, over the stretch of only about five different shops spanning 50 metres or so. Job done.
We sat for late afternoon beers, people watching, eyeing the crazy traffic in bewilderment and chatting excitedly for our evening ‘Foodie tour’.
Inevitably,sitting at the corner seats at a street side cafe, we were approached by many sellers to buy tat and more tat. A little old cyclo man saw our happy inubriated faces and tried to persuade us to go on an hour’s cyclo tour of the city. We decline saying that we were already booked on a tour due to leave later that afternoon. He was persistant and quite funny. We liked him. He even had a photo of himself in a Western magazine with a a full page article “Saigon’s best tour”.
Who knows if the article was actually about him or cyclo tours in general but, give the effect of the beers, the fact that we were too exhausted to decline again and again and again and the fact that we both thought he had a nice face, we agreed a price with him and told us to pick us up at the hotel the following day at noon, 3 hours before we were due to leave for the airport. Well, in the excitement of the forthcoming Foodie tour and the ‘Mission Accomplished’ feeling on the boring shopping task, we had decided to treat our last 24 hours in Saigon like it was our first.
We got picked up by our lovely guides for the foodie tour on the dot at 5.30pm. The were dressed in traditional Vietnamese dress, introduced themselves with big smiles as Ang and Boom (something like that anyway) and off we went to our first stop.
5.30pm in Ho Chi Minh city is, like most countries, peak hour traffic time. There’s something insanely crazy and exciting about riding around a hugely populated city like Saigon experiencing hundreds of other bikes whizzing past and around you from all directions.
Once again, we both had that look on our faces that said “OMG we’re living this”, not reading about it in a guide book or enviously looking at someone else’s photos wishing we were there. We WERE there and loving every minute.
Our first stop was a spicy noodle soup, thankfully not the tame ‘Pho’ that we had eaten up until now. Yay, there were oodles of chiles and spices on the table to add to the soup – we were happy bunnies 🙂
Although, when we were presented with green tea to drink with the soup, neither of us had to speak. The look we gave each other said it all – where was the beer? However, we drank the tea graciously and off we went to our next pit stop.
The trip took us around 5 different districts in all so it was a great way to experience the diversity of Saigon: affluent areas, poor areas, shopping areas, market areas – we would never have been able to see all that in 24 hours if we had attempted such a jaunt on own own or without locals. Other food stops included an outdoor BBQ restaurant where we feasted on goat, frog and BBQ prawns and sipped locally brewed banana wine (and beer by this stage 🙂 ) Our drivers/guides were obviously instructed to ‘look after’ us the entire night. We didn’t have to lift a finger. They peeled our prawns for us, shelled our crab, kept us topped with beer and, slightly OTT, even held our hands when accompanying us to the toilet. We later learned that this is because many foreigners are shocked and appalled by the toilets. What a scooter driver can do for a person in a situation where the toilets are bad, I don’t know. But they were amused and baffled at Lindsay and I telling them that we thought the toilets were great – clean even. Living in Asia for a long time prepares you for anything.
The atmosphere was very sociable and each tourist who had signed up was seated next to their driver/guide. We did lots of ‘1-2-3 cheers’ photos which always makes for a good crazier than crazy style photo. That’s Lindsay and I right at the back.
Our last stop was mainly seafood. Crab in chile and garlic, crispy quail and the most amazing grilled scallops with nuts with spring onions. We tasted it all to a point where our stomachs were full to bursting.
We did, however, draw the line at tasting what can only be described as a boiled duck foetus still in the shell. The feathers did not look appetizing!
The tour came to an end – it had been great and our guides returned us safely back to our hotel.
Most normal people, so tired and exhausted as we were, would have gone to bed, but it was only 10pm, and our last night in ‘Nam. We couldn’t waste it. We would just go for one beer, we decided.
Several beers later we were swapping travel stories with an English couple, Hannah and Tommy from Bournemouth, who had just excitedly arrived in Vietnam that day, embarking on a 6 month journey through Asia. It’s always nice to meet fellow countrymen who have just arrived and get the news from ‘back home’. Though Lindsay and I did have that same look on our faces at how out of the loop we must be having been away from the UK for so long when young Hannah, at age 24 (!) raved on about Botox and the current trend in the UK of ‘square’ eyebrows. I sat there trying to remember when I had last plucked mine, licked my finger and gave them a quick swipe.
We all shared a lot of laughs and many beers but Lindsay and I politely declined their offer to go dancing. After all, it was gone 1 am and I had wrinkles to moisturise and eyebrows to pluck and wanted to be fresh for our final few hours in Vietnam tomorrow and enjoy our midday city tour by cyclo as best as we could in 40 degree heat.