Vietnam & Cambodia

The gardener, maybe there are even more than one since they also have a greenhouse of orchids on the property. ‘Hellooo!’

This is the central building of Dalat University, founded in 1957 as a Catholic university, closed by the communists in 1975, and reopened two years later as a state-run institution. Notice the red star over the ‘steeple’ which covers the original cross. The cross has not been removed causing the church to retain hope that they might one day get their school back.

I read an article in the Vietnam News about bird flu and it all doesn’t jibe with what I’m seeing but to share – raising chickens and waterfowl is still forbidden (but maybe not everywhere?), more than 4 million birds have been killed since October (the world or just Vietnam?), a massive inoculation program of all birds is almost complete. See, it all doesn’t jibe because here they are.

‘Cao Daism is the outcome of an attempt to create the ideal religion through the fusion of secular and religious philosophies of the East and West.

‘The result is a potpourri that includes aspects of most of the religious philosophies known in Vietnam during the early 20th century: Buddhism, Confucianism, Taoism, native Vietnamese spiritualism, Christianity, and Islam. The term Cao Dai (meaning high tower or palace) is a euphemism for God.’

…and found this perfect hill top street of beautifully maintained villas. These are all villas built for I’m thinking mid-level bureaucrats and in these capitalistic/socialist times, they rent the rooms to tourists from the cities.

I haven’t seen any other gringos and there is no English anywhere except to the extent that most Vietnamese speak serviceably. No English on the TV or menus for example, but the staff will happily explain.

The room there with all the floor to ceiling windows and the veranda is mine. It is bright and welcoming inside with views over a gorgous garden (for $10(!) too). A word of warning though, I did look at all the other rooms and mine was by far and away the most lovely.

Like always, I was in search of a toilet. This is the teacher’s lounge toilet at Dalat University. It’s a squatter and these are the faucets, one to fill the tub from which you scooped water to flush the toilet and the other was for the sink in which you washed your hands, and you better have brought your own tp and be prepared to wipe your hands on your pants.

What caught my eye was the labels. USA and Toto (a major manufacturer in Japan). The invaders leave their mark.

January 12

On the long bus ride from Dalat to HCMC. It wasn’t that it was far but it surely was slow. They said buses had very strict speed limits on this route but I’ll tell you little kids on bicycles were passing us by.

Maybe we passed these guys though. Count ’em. Eight. A tractor is pulling that trailer.

A view of the Saigon River from the terrace of the Majestic Hotel.

January 8

Dalat, once called, by whom I don’t know, Le Petit Paris, keeps their replica Eiffel Tower in good shape.

Before leaving Nha Trang I booked a hotel in Dalat based on the recommendation of Lonely Planet and some folks I met on the boat tour. It was a big fat bummer place (the first bad bed in Vietnam and I think they think the suffocating pervasive smell of lysol will make people think it’s clean) but anyway I felt obliged to stay the one night.

I wasn’t so taken with the city center either, but since Dalat is most well know as a hill station, a retreat for the elite, I decided to look outside the city center for accommodation…

More than 13,000 students study here and English is a favored topic yet I have walked tens of miles through Dalat and have not found one single book in English. This is very odd. Dalat has the reputation for attracting academics and intellectuals and yet it does not have a single bookstore noted in the travel guides.

I am a bit confused by this since in every other city books and newspapers were easily available. But then I did pay more than $3 for an International Herald in HCMC and for 20-30 cents an hour you can read all the newspapers on the internet. How ya gon’na keep ’em red read after they’ve got the internet?

What will it be like in 10 years? I’ll have to check back! Now I’ll be goin’ home.

The guys at the bar.

Yikes.

I made a stop at the Dalat Flower Gardens which was an entertaining combination of kitch and first class nursery. Like LP says, before long they may be calling it a botanic garden.

There was a big flower festival here in 2005 and in general I think the attention to landscaping is very high. Once out of the city center, which is a messy-moto-noise-fest, you see many public gardens, flower beds, and well tended private yards.

Goin’ home too.

January 13 and 14

It’s morning back in HCMC and all the Santas that decorated every surface a few weeks ago are now replaced by dragons. It’ll be Tet soon, another lucrative opportunity for commerce.

An example of the staircases. That woman you see carved by the door is extremely rare – a naked woman. ‘The Dalat People’s Committee has not always appreciated such innovative designs.’ This place is supposed safe though, since the designer’s father was Ho’s successor and served as President until his death in 1988.

Here kitty kitty.

Goin’ home.

January 15 and 16

Wow, it all worked just great. Wow.

It was a long ride home. At the Korean Air check-in counter in HCMC I hear, ‘oh, we’ve been trying to reach you… there’s been a change…’ so instead of the 16 hour trip I booked I was out there for like, ever, but on the up side the flights weren’t bad and they gave me a lounge pass so during the 6 hour layover I could eat and drink and sleep in peace.

Flying into LA this morning was wonderful. It was one of those Perfect Perfect LA days – sparkly bright, crisp, and Crystal Clear. Gorgous. Me, I’m over the wing on the aisle of a full flight and couldn’t catch a shot. But I’ll be carrying that view in my mind for keeps. Home Sweet Home.

Seoul and Suwan, HCMC/Saigon, the Mekong Delta, Phnom Penh, Siem Reap and the Angkor complex, Hanoi, Halong Bay, Hue, Hoi An, Nha Trang, Daltat, back to HCMC and the Cao Dai Temple and the Cu Chi Tunnels. Don’t all those names just give you a shiver!

In a moment of whimsical contrast, let’s have a look at this bedroom. You can rent this room and others just as unlikely here at Hang Nga’s Gallery and Guesthouse.

And here’s our French made Xuan Huong Lake ‘named after a 17th-century Vietnamese poet known for her daring attacks on the hypocrisy of social conventions and the foibles of scholars, monks, mandarins, feudal lords, and kings’, with the requisite swam boats.

I would like very much to read this poet’s take on swan boats.

Rubber trees just outside HCMC. Rent ‘Indochine’ and be treated to some amazing scenery. Close your eyes for the icky parts.

This is one of the many night spots around the tourist area of town. It has a cowboys and Indians theme…

The man doing his exercises in the middle of the picture and what I take to be his bicycle.

This displays something like one of the homemade arms facilities the VC built underground. There were also hospitals, kitchens, meeting rooms, and everything else you need to get by. Thousands of fighters lived for years underground in conditions ten thousand times worse than this.

Americans are a surprisingly (to me) small percentage of the tourists. Hideously, one guy, one of the three Americans in this tour, asked if Ho Chi Minh was dead. Curiosity is good. Ignorant tourism is bad.

The Dalat Cathedral. I was there on a Sunday morning and the place was entirely full of parishioners and a crowd was standing outside the door. Cathedrals. Phewww.

This is one straaaange place. You climb around inside these stranger than fiction constructions to get to the various rooms. The whole place is organic and scary even. Mrs Dang Viet Nga, the designer, was there while I was visiting and the staff kept pointing in her direction but I avoided contact as I had not prepared any response to the question ‘how do you like it?’

January 10

A view from my walk down the hill this morning, a bit of Victoriana and the chalet village look.

Here we have a display of booby traps. Yikes. Above the samples you can see pictures of GIs getting caught.

Most of Tey Ninh and Cu Chi provinces were in an American Free Fire Zone and ended the war looking like a moonscape. All the trees in this tour area are imports from Australia brought and planted here because they were most resistant to the chemical pollution that pervaded the region.

I was taking pictures around the place and these folks invited me to eat with them. Come! Eat! Eat! The woman is Vietnamese living in Australia for the last 15 years, here for Tet and to hook up with her boyfriend, the man in the white shirt. The man in the yellow shirt is the boyfriend’s friend. She was one happy camper.

They had bought all of this food in the market and put together quite a feast. Yummy and Fun. Beer was a-flowing don’cha know.

This is the bedroom of the Crown Prince. He lived here throughout his teens before going to France for college. Your kids have bigger rooms. And the other younger children shared rooms, two boys and two girls!

Just walkin’.

I’m afraid it was a pretty hokey tour. These are model guerillas hanging out in camp.

Notice the tour guide there. He told us he had worked for the Americans and how he had sold everything and taken his family as boat-people to escape but were returned three times so he stopped trying and settled down to make some money. I heard this same story from many others.

LP says the vast majority of boat people were the ethnic Chinese merchant class who both had resources to leave and the most to lose if they stayed. I kept forgetting to ask someone who might actually know.

This is one of the cafe/restaurants on my street. There are seating arrangements all down the hill, more even below these, all with this rich landscaping.

The rooms are large and well proportioned but still, an Emperor’s palace, I wouldn’t have guessed. Especially one designed by the French!

Look you can see a little teeny ant. Isn’t that cool?(?)

They claim over and over that these are ‘real’ tunnels simply enlarged for tourists but LP claims otherwise. It doesn’t really matter that much I guess.

It is so true that Westerners are just plain huge people in comparison. Once I started noticing (from reading Tunnels of Cu Chi) I couldn’t stop noticing. Huge, giants I tell you.

The villas, and across the street from the villas is a pine forest. The whole scene smells Great including the cows.

I took a walk to Bao Dai’s Summer Palace. Emperor Bao Dai was the last royal to head a government in Vietnam. He abdicated in 1945 in favor of Ho and the Viet Minh and died many years later in France.

I was most struck with the modesty of this place. Many signs reported that everything was just as it was when Emperor Bao Dai and his family occupied the residence although after 1945 many government officials made use of the place.