By AV Latinggam
Vietnam is a country worth return visits as HEL and I
found out as we entered the land of friendly people.
Being Asian, and looking just like them, I did not have a
problem blending in with the crowds on the busy streets of Hanoi, a city in the
North of the country. I was spoken to in Vietnamese. I can almost believe the
statement ‘all Asians look alike’ spoken by a Peace Corp I met a long time ago.
The city was a busy one, especially with incessant
traffic made up mainly of motorcycles and bicycles. Of course they were other
vehicles big and small, but the two-wheelers were king. HEL and I became an
expert in dodging traffic within a day, even using the imperious ‘stop’ sign by
putting our palms-up sign!
Our destination was Halong Bay, about 170 kilometres from
Hanoi. The fare was 1.6million dongs, the Vietnam currency in a four wheel and
about 100,000dongs on a public bus. Translated they are about RM233 and RM15
respectively.
The sights of Halong Bay after five hours non-stop drive
in a four wheel vehicle was worth it. Our Halong Tours were on a boat called
Aurora, a 14-room contraption that was more wish than ship but was comfortable
and served the purpose as it was.
Halong Bay seen from Surprising Caves |
Halong a UNESCO World Heritage had an area of 1553 square
kilometres with almost 2000 islets made of limestone.
We were told that the people living on some of the
islands around the Halong Bay mostly derived their livelihood from fishing and
that they were presently actively participating in tourism.
When tourism was introduced to Halong Bay, the people had
benefitted in some ways, where the women and some men were paid to take care of
kayaks in their village.
Our guide Peter Qiet shared, “We can’t carry our kayaks
in our boat all the time so we choose a village, in this case Vung Vieng
Floating Village, to park our kayaks. We
then pay someone in the village to take care of it, against theft and such
like. We usually bring our tourists in and encourage them to go kayaking in and
around the water village.”
He also said that the villagers benefitted through their
little stalls, either on the floating platform or on small boats that they anchor
near jetties to touristic spots.
We visited the Sung Sot Caves one of their favourite spot
to anchor, where they wait and hope for customers. They sold various types of
foodstuff, such as noodle cup and sweets, as well as water and carbonated
drinks, a hit with the customers, who came down from the caverns all hot,
sweaty and thirsty.
A cruise boat at Halong Bay |
The Sun Sot Caves was quite interesting even though the
stairs up the hills and in and around the caverns were steep. There were some
interesting rock formations within, with one that looked like a turtle. Some
people rub its head for luck and left money around it.
After the trek, Peter took us outside where a few stalls
were selling t-shirts and souvenirs, the standard tourist fare, but the scenery
was breath-taking.
“So that is how we earn our living, and send the children
to school,” he shared pointing out the little boats that carried wares in and
around the bay, busily selling their goods to the customers on the various and
many boats showing off Halong Bay.
The tour of Halong Bay ended on the second day after a
night on board. It was an interesting experience, to see the islands around us,
like ancient hulks fossilized on the water, straining towards the sky. The
eerie quiet when everyone had gone to sleep was like a giant’s bated breath
until he rumbles again as dawn approaches. The boats, big and small did make
quite a din….
Leaving Halong for Hanoi in a packed bus, where
long-legged people grimly persevered for the journey, I looked back once more
and said a silent goodbye. I learnt a little about the inhabitants of the area,
the struggles and their hopes, their wish to better themselves during the brief
visit, thanks to talkative Peter. We share the same struggle to surmount
poverty and to progress. Maybe Sabah has developed more rapidly and we are on a
better platform then they are, but in all else we are the same. Maybe the Peace
Corp was right after all.
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