Vietnam travel diary

Vietnam travel diary

Friday 25/02/05 By baggage, we see that Vincent has not recovered her purse last night. It does not matter, he had to stay down in the tiny room for breakfast where they are kept when we tour. Unfortunately, having searched everywhere, it is impossible to put the hands on it. He had to be stolen by a hotel guest or shop mobile phones installed in the lobby. Only hope, it has been washed away by mistake by people on an excursion parties. It was the only bag closed with a padlock because Vincent had in all its games and game-boy, stupidly, just pocket money. We outline after the departure he had prevailed and had asked him several times to give us. But he had always avoided ... He has the luck but he also seeks the problems. Unable to do anything more, we will walk. We visit the market. It sells everything. The dried products sector is very smelly. The batteries in conical hats are really typical. We buy bags of rice to protect our backpacks. Those purchased in Mexico have resisted but disgusting. Like what they are useful! We have lunch and then we reluctantly baladons the lake. Children play with a sort of flying is very popular here and found in villages in the mountains. Many people, even of a certain age, playing badminton in the streets. In the streets, most women wear a mask to protect themselves from pollution. There are also all sorts of reasons for children. We will then visit the museum of women. The costumes of different ethnic groups are exposed on the upper deck. The other two floors are praising the woman nationalist and revolutionary. Instructive ... The horrible French colonial en prend pour son grade. The Vietnamese are able to carry anything on a scooter. For example, we see a carrying three computers in their 17-inch cardboard laid on the rear and he holds a hand no Sandow or other fastening system. Frédéric has mastered the art of travel to Hanoi, which is no small matter. The traffic is intense, there are few traffic lights and no one respects the rules of the road. At the hotel, no news of the bag. We check with the assurance that we are not insured for theft of baggage. The head of the hotel refuses to make the slightest gesture. It gives us even the price of bottled water taken from the refrigerator of the room! And the price of visas has increased by two $. The only solution that we propose is that we will be reimbursed by the two young men responsible for luggage, very friendly, and for whom this represents a huge sum. It is clear that we will not demand this of them! We are starting to get excited, as it regularly tries to make us admit that we forgot the bag in one of the excursions. But it is time for the bus to Hue and it cut short any discussion. To top it all, it appears that the bus is exactly the same as the $ 20 price paid by the other passengers. You really can not trust the people here when it comes to earning money. To say that we had arrived at the hotel by a ruse taxi certainly commissioned ... Saturday 26/02/05 Any night on the bus. We stop at 6am to have breakfast and arrive in Hue at 8:30. We take a room in a hotel just across the road. This will avoid taking a taxi. It is hotter than Hanoi, but still gray and misty. We cross the Perfume River (which pretty name!) On a large deck. On his right, we enter the market. What animation. It sells all fruits and vegetables of the area, tofu, poultry, sweets ... Régalon We literally and figuratively. People are returning to our passage. The market should not be part of the usual tourist route. More in the center, selling clothes, fabrics, gadgets. I bought socks Vincent a traveling merchant. Beautiful fake Nike. In Vietnam, women s'épouillent another in all corners of streets. I fear the worst with Marianne and Johanna. We will then in the former imperial city. It is a real maze, and we have no plan. We ask a rickshaw driver drives the direction of the former citadel of the emperors N'guyen. It gives us a direction that will prove to be exactly the opposite of good. We walk a while then end up agreeing to take two rickshaws to try to get an idea of the layout of the premises. We pass temples demolished by the shelling, visit the gardens of the emperor where carp swim with elegant red fins and tail floating pass old villas. Here, many women wear the ao dai, a long silk tunic over loose trousers. They are very elegant. All students are dressed as well. There are advantages of bicycles and scooters as the roads are quieter than Hanoi. We arrive at the Forbidden City. It was partially destroyed by French bombing, then by the revolutionaries and then by the termites. But there is a big door, the sacred palace, stairs, theater, library and some other well-restored monuments. It is apparent charm a little sad site. We resume our rickshaws that we absolutely want to submit a restaurant of their choice. Why not, we will see. Arrived at, we want to dismiss. But here, they are the conditions of the negotiated price at the time and not the journey. In this case, we would have paid before the visit of the citadel! Frédéric refuses to pay more than what had been agreed. The tone rises. They eventually relented. So we're lost somewhere in the old city. We fall on a small market. I eat noodles and slices of a sort of sausage cooked in banana leaves with the two girls. This creates a large crowd. All women of neighboring stands just watching us eat, touch the hair of girls, commenting, laughing our way to use chopsticks ... Our relations with the Vietnamese are really two opposite poles. Marianne is very embarrassed to be seen but I told him that we are doing the same thing when we take picture. Some pieces are highly spiced and it is difficult for her and Johanna make good. We say goodbye to everyone, followed by a long sight. Buying and eating bananas off almost as much interest. Vincent eats half a maggot in his. Cooked insects do not hindered but the idea of swallowing makes a living patient. We'll drink in a small shop where we have to pay local prices for once. We watch a lady make a conical hat. It is soon the crowd. The women of the neighborhood who want to reach Johanna no longer the slightest effort to be friendly. Unable to find anyone who informs us correctly to reach the river and two major bridges. We give two opposite directions. We finish when even find our way back and relax at the hotel. Johanna asleep on the back of Frederic. Obviously, once she no longer wants to sleep. The two great either. So, I put them to work. We will dine in a restaurant that I had marked in my country sheets. The address is good. Women who do not have the Ao Dai usually a blouse and trousers in silk in the same fabric. It is telling children they leave in their pajamas! Part two: http://www.traveldudes.org/travel-diaries/vietnam-travel-diary-part-2/1828

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