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took me a while to connect with Vietnam. I guess having come from Bhutan where
we felt instantly at ease, well informed and engaged and totally in our comfort
zone, it was a shock to be a tourist again. At first I didn’t even read the
guide books or know what I wanted to do, but slowly that yearning to know, that
excitement to discover and the sheer hive of bustling activity that is this
city took over.
The
old quarter is a maze of small lanes and narrow streets onto which goods tumble
from the tiny shops. Each street more or less confined to a particular type of
product- votive paper makers, shoes, coffee, traditional medicine, door
furniture and hardware, clothing, sporting equipment, stamp carvers etc. They
are all interspersed with a selection of street side cafes and tea stalls and
serviced by a roaming band of mobile suppliers of food, plastic goods, fresh
flowers, vegetables, cane products and more. The noise, the chaos of the
traffic and the bedlam of frantic business transactions sits side by side with
the quiet calm of those who spend their days sitting on low stools on the
pavements and watching the world go by.
There
are snapshots of lives lived in close proximity and as a part of a close knit
community: a grandmother with blackened teeth squatting on a low stool in the
open doorway, with a small grandchild on each knee and obviously blissful, an
elderly wispy bearded refined looking gent in traditional white Chinese style
clothes puttering slowly off into the traffic on his ancient motorcycle
oblivious to the mayhem of the traffic, elegantly dressed young women wearing
their Ao Dais and gracefully strolling along chatting and looks of concern and
interest as 2 middle-aged men shout abuse at each other, one from the balcony
above and one at street level wildly gesticulating. All 4 scenes we saw in the
space of 10 minutes in the late afternoon yesterday and whilst none were
captured in photographs all illustrate the daily throng of activity.
World-class
museums have grabbed our attention and provided a great deal of food for
thought as well as answering the myriad of questions that arise when one leaps
feet first into a new culture. Frankly I was surprised at the trilingual labels
and the accessibility of essential information. Ethnicity, fine arts, religious
practice and history and patriots all offered up, displayed, explained and
analyzed for the enquiring mind. There is a lot to digest and many
misconceptions have been overturned. Uncle Ho features throughout as the father
figure of the nation but I am unsure about how much is propaganda. The
colonists get a caning. The warmongers, aggressors and oppressors rear their
heads in public art and literature. But what stands out beyond the rhetoric is
the indomitable spirit of the people. One cannot help but admire them. They seem just as resolute today.
Colonial
buildings abound but are increasingly giving way to a jumble of concrete modern
structures. Those remnants left seething
with life in the crowded old quarter seem to be crumbing into dust, while those
in the hands of government and military establishments stand as testaments of
their grandeur. In the quiet avenues embassies and the well to do occupy
mansions that recall an era now gone but never forgotten.
As
we continue the journey I am intrigued to know how much remains of the spectacular
rural scenery and ethic minorities’ lifestyles remain intact and if Hanoi, with
its diversity, intensity and eclectic blends, is an enigma or truly
representative of the nation.
And as for the food well that deserves a whole blog to itself !
And as for the food well that deserves a whole blog to itself !
Can't wait for that food blog! Loved your take on Hanoi. I loved it too, but even more Saigon, I wonder what you'll think?
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