Farming in Vietnam

Farming in Vietnam

Saturday, March 21, 2015

We Have Arrived

So we picked up our visa, breezed through customs, swiftly collected our bags and were met by a lovey chap holding this sign...


And we were finally in Hanoi, Vietnam

(First, and possibly last photo taken with the selfie stick I purchased from Red Dot)

Ok, just one more


Our driver was very friendly and although he spoke only slightly better English than our Vietnamese, we managed to communicate through translation apps on our phones..... ah, the wonder of technology.  I think I impressed him with my knowledge of Vietnamese numbers and general random chit chat words..... at least I think he understood what I was saying. He laughed in all the right places.

We were a little hungry when we got off the plane and had wanted to try Banh Mi - a baguette with meat and pickled vegetables and there was a shop at the exit of the airport, so we picked up a couple of sambos for the journey to the hotel.  They were very tasty, however I'm sure we'll find a more authentic version in Hanoi.


 We crossed this bridge, which I don't remember from last time we were here.  Apparently it is the 3rd biggest bridge in the world.  It's pretty amazing and  seems to go on forever.


There were plenty of Bikes of Burden to stare at in wonderment.....


And this was our first glimpse of the Old Quarter in Hanoi... It gets busier!


So, we turned up at our hotel and were greeted by the friendliest man named Bruce.  I do have to wonder if that is his real name.  Anyway, he organised a welcome drink and got straight onto the business of telling us all about the history of Hanoi and what tours we should do and then got a map and pointed our all the temples and pagodas around Hanoi that people usually like to visit.  He didn't look up once to notice that we were hot, dirty, tired and still had all our bags over our shoulders.  Once there was a break in his monologue (as helpful as it was) we were able to let him know that we weren't taking any information in and that perhaps we could ask at the desk a little later and that we would really like to get up to our rooms and freshen up.  So he said, "Yes, of course, I have one family room for you with 2 beds"

He meant for all 4 of us.  

Um, no.

So when we told him that we in fact had 3 rooms booked, he raced back to the desk to check and called out, "Yes, that's correct...... However, the other 2 rooms are not available until 1pm.  Fair enough, we thought, that is normal check in time, so we dumped all the bags in the one room we had and went exploring the streets of Hanoi.

Here's what we saw.....

A man on a bike transporting trees.......


Famous Vietnamese electrical work......



A lady in a traditional hat carrying her wares.  These things are not light.  As an additional income, some of these ladies happily pose for photos or will hoist their shoulder carrier onto your shoulder and encourage your friends to take a photo....... for a little fee.  
They are heavy and no, we didn't take a photo.


Quaint little windows and balconies.  When you're wandering around Hanoi, and
 you're not trying to save yourself from personal harm from the chaotic traffic, it pays to look up.... there is much beauty to be found.


The Note Coffee Cafe where there were 100s of post note notes stuck to the windows.  They weren't easy to read.


This trip I've decided to open myself up a bit to trying foods I haven't tried before and that includes the wares of the street sellers.  Don't get me wrong, I'm never going to eat chicken feet or anything, but these donuts went down a treat.  

The lady on the right of the photo was the lady I purchased said donut from and the lady on the left wanted me to purchase the same type of donut from her as well and insisted on being in the photo.

Awkward.


People settling in for a bit of lunch....


I love the little stools they sit on, however those plastic ones are a little precarious!  I think these ones would be a little sturdier......


In the Old Quarter there is an area known as the 36 Streets.  There are really more than 36, however 36 = heaps.  Most of the people selling similar things tend to have their shops in the same area/street.  So, there is Shoe Street, paper Street, Suitcase Street, etc....

We found Shoe Street!


I wanted to follow this lady to see what she was going to collect.  There is just so much to see here.  A person could give themselves whiplash!


This gentleman had his cafe open.  There were 2 tables and on the right was whatever he was serving.  I wasn't brave enough to try this one.


 Fashion in Hanoi.....


 Fabulous lanterns just hanging randomly in the tree.  So pretty.



People.... people.... people.....


More beautiful buildings......


Check out all the different modes of transport all trying to share the road in different directions.  I have a feeling that the painted lines on the road are merely a guideline......


Down Sewing Needs Street, we found a fab quilt shop with some adorable quilts and bits and pieces.  I liked this hanging strawberry key chain.


And the quilts were meticulously made, and I gather - hand stitched.  I don't have a lot of experience in quilting, but they looked great.


Another glorious building obstructed by trees and power lines.  Remember to look up.....


As we didn't get a lot of sleep last night, we didn't want to make any rash decisions on purchases today, so there was a lot of window shopping by the Master Shopper.


Turns out that the Banh Mi is a highly sort after dish here in Hanoi.  Never fear, we shall try them all!


In Vietnam, it is all about the bike.....


So much so that this person had covered theirs in a lovely sarong......


After wandering around for a few hours, we thought the hotel rooms MUST be ready by now.  We were tired and we were dirty and come on, we needed a little nigh nigh..... but on our return, Bruce informed us that the rooms were still 30 mins away.  So we fell back on what should be everybody's Plan B - we went for a massage.  

But...... that's a story for another day.






Like a Tiger

The Scoot plane finally boarded nearly on time and we joined the queue in full confidence that we’d be sitting the in the quiet zone with our extra super extended leg room seats.  


Row 31, seats A, B & C.  We passed the fairly empty red seats of Business Class…… we passed the fairly empty yellow seats of the quiet zone….. and as we passed the next curtain and into the mass area of economy - there was row 31.  The very first row, with yellow seats in a sea of purple economy.  They were like an after thought installed on the wrong side of the curtain.  We scanned the crowd of young children and 


Marie said, “This ain’t no quite zone!”  

An official looking lady walked by helping people to their seats and we jumped on her - “excuse me”, we say.  “Um…. we booked seats in the quiet zone with extended leg room and this is where we’ve been placed.”  She grabbed her two way radio from her hip holster quicker than quick draw McGraw and got the ball rolling for us to move to any of the plethora empty seats in the yellow zone.  There seemed to be a lot of conversation between the pilot and the head cabin steward who didn’t seem happy to talk to us directly - even though we were right there in front of her.  She squeezed past us to tell the first official lady that we could have the seats that we should have originally been assigned to in the first place!  

Seeing as though the plane had been delayed and we would now be flying into the wee early hours of tomorrow, we asked the tight bun girl at the check in ‘service’ counter if there was a possibly to upgrade to Business Class knowing that we’d all want to sleep.  “No” was her answer, “Plane’s full”   So you can understand our surprise and head shaking disbelief when we walked through the Bisso Class section and it was half empty!  


I told the nice, helpful lady that we had enquired about an upgrade but were told it was full.  She asked who we’d spoken to at check in and we described the girl - slicked hair, high bun, face like a cat’s bum.  Nice lady rolled her eyes and sigh deeply saying “oh dear”  I did suggest that as a gesture of good will, she should probably just put us up there and she pretended that she hadn’t heard me and disembarked the plane.

On Scoot, just FYI you need to prebook EVERYTHING - even blankets and pillows and you have to buy them for $15, cause you want to cart a blanket around South East Asia! 

So, we sat, cold in our quiet zone (and it really was quiet) with our extended leg room (thank goodness we weren’t taller!)

(honestly, I don’t know why they wouldn’t let us into Business Class!)

and tried to sleep upright....


and face down.....


Some of us had more success than others!

Touch down in Singapore at 3.30am….. that’s right - A.M.!  We had thought ahead and purchased a “Scoot Thru” which means that you can avoid customs and immigration and just go to the transfer desk to get your next boarding pass.  We also booked a room at the Transit Hotel, thinking we were going to have a good 7 hours sleep there….. but when we didn’t arrive until 3.30am that meant that once we got our boarding passes and made our way to the hotel, filled in the registration card (eyes were hanging out of our heads - so who knows what information was given!)  there was only 2.5 hours left to get some sleep in before our next flight.

You have never seen 3 people get into bed and turn the light off so fast before in your life.  Usually it takes me a about 10-15 seconds to go to sleep and I reckon I was out in 4!  We woke 2 hours later feeling refreshed and looking fabulous!

(looking quite refreshed I think!)

Now when Marie said that she had booked us on Scoot and Tiger, we were initially a little concerned.  Not that I’d had a particularly bad experience on Tiger and I’d never flown Scoot before, but you hear stories.  When our Scoot plane was delayed and the palaver that ensued with our seats etc….. it didn’t heighten our confidence in what Tiger might bring to the party…… but I am happy to announce that Tiger have exceeded all my expectations.  The check in was not only easy, but the friendly lady gave us good seats and kept another row free so we could spread out - and spread out we did!  

(Bless her - she wasn't taking those socks and sandals off - not matter the comfort level!)

The cabin crew were super happy and friendly, the plane was on time and it got us to our scheduled destination.  Really, that’s all you want from an airline.  Well done Tiger.  Well done!


Now all we need to do is wait until me Jenny arrives on her flight from Melbourne tonight and we can get started.

Well done Tiger.

Friday, March 20, 2015

Up Up and Delay

T'was the day of departure
And our spirits were high
When in came the email
That said - "You can't fly!"


Well not at your scheduled time 
anyway
It will be another 3 hours before
You're up and away

The reason they gave was
"Operational constraints"
This was the beginning of 
Our tirade of complaints

We took the delay on the chin
Right up near the lip
And consoled ourselves with 
A Mexican cheese dip

(on our way to Panchos Mexican Restaurant for Cheese Dip)

On arrival at the airport
Terminal 1
We were greeted by a non smiling lady 
Her hair in tight bun

She gave no look of service
Clearly unhappy in her job
Then handed us our boarding pass
And looked away in fob (as in fobbed us off)


On closer inspection 
Mar-Lou did pick up
That we had be shafted from 
Our silent zone, extra legroom and child free seats that we had booked and paid for and instead placed us down the back near the toilets in row 54!


So........

Back down we went 
To the lady with the bun
Who saw us coming from a distance 
And looked like she may run

But we caught her in time
To explain her mistake
No apology given
And a smile that was fake

We came out the victors
As was clearly our right
And we sauntered to the "salubrious" departure lounge 
To wait for our flight.

Thus far our journey
Has been a real hoot
But I guess that's what you get
When you choose to fly Scoot!

So, this is what we did whilst waiting for the plane......

How do you wear this neck pillow?




Update:  After visiting the Woman's Museum in Hanoi.... I've finally worked out how these pillows should be word.

Who wore it best? 









Tuesday, March 17, 2015

Blogger Number 3

Well reading through all these great blog posts I'm starting to feel a bit guilty as I have yet to contribute, so here goes.

Two days out from departure and I have two sick kids at home and a husband who has just gotten over 'man flu'.  I am dousing myself with vitamin C and anything else that may protect me from the floating lurgies but only time will tell and quite frankly - right now - ain't no body got time for that!  There is a plane to catch.

I'm departing 8am Friday morning to allow myself 11 hours to get to Perth International airport.  Yes the flight is only 1 hour, but regular flight delays out of Gero, means I need to start at this time in case I end up having to jump in a car and do the 4.5 hour drive to make the plane.

So - Vietnam - have never been and in all my years as a travel agent, have only sent a handful of people there.  I have stayed out of all of the planning this time around, which is quite a feat for me, and look forward to enjoying whatever these ladies have put together for me!   I'm told to expect great food, shopping, a bit more food, beautiful people, more food and great scenery - so i'm expecting an awesome holiday!  I have yet to actually 'eat' any Vietnamese food though so fingers crossed I do actually like it.

I have managed to pack a little more lightly in the toiletries department than MLD, and also in the photography department than SB - and i'm working hard on my biggest downfall - electronic devices and chargers.  I am attempting to travel only with phone, iPad and camera this time to lighten the load - fingers crossed.  I have enough mosquito repellent, arm bands, stick on patches and bag hangers with me that in the event i do end up with Dengue Fever, bravo to the mozzie - he surely deserves a win for his efforts.

I have both sets of our wonderful parents about to take on the mothering duties while i am away and i am forever grateful - they are all incredible people and allow me to sneak off with these girls when i can!   Finally goodbye to my beautiful boys - Nigel,, Koji and Tommy will miss you like mad - see you in a few weeks time  xx





Friday, March 13, 2015

Chop Chop.....

Post by: Marie

I can't use a chopstick.  
I have tried many, many times over the years and failed dismally. 
  • I've had Japanese businessmen attempt to teach me, and literally laugh at me for my lack of ability. 
  • Allister has tried several times of the years to teach me. 
  • Allisters mum has tried.
  • Shelley has also tried. 
All to no avail, I am just that un-coordinated when it comes to chop sticks.  Shelley and I visited the original Nobu Restaurant in January 2014, and they issued me with a 'training wheel' set of chop sticks.  Even though it had the fluro green training wheels visible for all to see, I was proud as punch that finally at 42 years of age I had joined the Chop Stick using fraternity.  I was on cloud 9 for that meal.
 
Shelley, bless her soul has since found this set of chopsticks for me, with a big ole training wheel attached.  I am in like Flynn.  Finally I have my own set of chop sticks that I can use like a 3 year old, how good is that?  The dilemma is do I take them to Vietnam or not?
 
I still have these gorgeous chop sticks (in their original packaging) I purchased in Japan in 1999 in the hope that one day, I would master the art of chop stick use.  I'm still waiting for that day!
 

How has this even happened?

Post by: Marie

Back in 1991, I went on my first overseas trip without my parents.  I went with Chris (who will be present on this adventure) and our gorgeous friend Andrea, and yes of course we went to Bali.   Back then I took every type of imaginable over the counter medicine/toiletry product to combat Bali belly and any thing else that may have reared it's ugly head, I copped a bit of flack from the girls about my mobile pharmacy.  So the signs were well and truly visible back in 1991 that this would grow over the decades into a full blown problem.

So here we are 24 years on and I fear that my need for toiletries and medicines that I am used to and/or are familiar with has manifested into a tragic obsession when I travel.  I'm not sure how this has even happened over the years, but clearly it has.  Let me tell you, by God I am prepared for nearly every scenario (except for being bitten by a rabid dog - but should this happen: I do have some Dettol to douse the wound in before I take myself off to the SOS Hospital.  So I am kind of prepared for that scenario too!!)

Tragic thing is, my toiletries alone (medications excluded) weigh over 4.5kg, that is encroaching on valuable shopping weight for my suitcase.  I may need to re-assess en-route and dump some toiletries weight to allow for more shopping weight.  Bloody airlines and their weight restrictions, they take all the fun out of girly trip away!

We have had a discussion and joked at the fact that once upon a time as we were getting ready for an international flight it was all about what duty free alcohol we were to purchase.  Now it's all about what medications we need to take with us to aid the stomach / bowel region.  My how times have changed....


Sunday, March 8, 2015

Awesome Foursome

Posted By: Marie

The Awesome Foursome:


We are quite a dynamic group with links and connections in all sorts of ways:

   Jenny                                      Shelley

Chris                                              Marie

CONNECTIONS:

* Jenny is Shelley's mother

* Chris and Shelley are first cousins

* Jenny is Chris' aunty

* Chris, Shelley and Marie all started grade 1 primary school together in Geraldton (WA)

* Shelley and Marie lived 6 doors down from each other from 1978 to about 1986

* Jenny used to give Marie a lift home from school very regularly

* Chris and Marie were bridesmaids for each other
 
* Chris and Marie both have parents called Bernard and Shirley
 
* Chris and Marie were bridesmaids for each other
 
* Chris and Marie's brothers were great mates too
 
* Marie is Godmother to Chris's goreous son Tom
 
We are all just the best of friends (life long friends), a timeless, easy friendship


So here we are, just short of two weeks til fly out day and I can barely contain my excitement!!

 

Saturday, March 7, 2015

Testing, Testing, 1, 2, 3..........

Posted By: Marie Duplex


Mostly I am doing this post as a practice.  I've not done a blog post in well over a year and quite frankly I've more than likely forgotten, so I'm testing my memory (honestly my memory is quite vague at the best of times!)

Whilst I'm as excited as can be about the impending trip to Vietnam next month (March 2015), I've decided to keep my enthusiasm and excitement to an all time high by sharing a few photo's from my trip to Vietnam 5 years ago.

Did someone call an electrician?


Gorgeous bridge on the lake at the Old Quarter in Hanoi

 Little girl selling her wares - Halong Bay (This is my favourite photo of Vietnam in 2010)

 A beautiful temple / monument in the lake - Old Quarter of Hanoi

Pretty in Pink
Gorgeous Water Lilly

Main Players of the 2015 Vietnam trip (Minus Jenny Brown, I didn't have a photo of her!)
L to R: Chris Dobson, Shelley Brown and Marie Duplex (NYE 2015)

Well, I've managed with a bit of fumbling about to remember how to do a blog post.  
Clearly I am genius with a vague mind! 

There will be more to come in the lead up to departure!

Happy Birthday Chrisso

posted by: Shell

With only 12 days to go until we embark on our much awaited journey, we stop for a brief moment to celebrate and wish Chris a very happy birthday for today the 8th of March.  

It's an extra special day because she gets to share it with her younger brother, Greg.  Are these two not the cutest kids ever.  Man, I loved the 70s!

Happy Birthday you big spunks!


On to Vietnam.......

So, we have all vowed to pack LIGHTLY this time.  I know I say this before every single trip.... "This time, I'm only packing lightly" - these are my famous last words that can be heard in the distance as I lug my overstuffed suitcase to the airport praying that it will come in under the 23kg limit and then wondering what the hell I will do when I buy something bigger than a fridge magnet.

  Some other famous last words are "Next time it will be different".  


Well this time - I swear to you all that it will be different and I will only pack what I'm going to actually need and then I'm going to repack and I'm going to take half of that stuff out. I'll be repeating this exercise until I have a realistic, non ridiculous amount of things..... and even then I may halve it again!

We all talked about it and it was thought a good plan to take 3 tops and 3 bottoms, so you can wear one outfit while you wash the other and then you have another as a spare = Wear....Wash....Spare!  This is going to be a difficult task for all 4 of the ladies on this trip - all notorious over packers, but we have vowed to definitely give it a go - (Marie, this means you as well!)


I'll let you know how we go!