Vietnam: Saigon

Officially renamed Ho Chi Minh City, locals still prefer to call the city Saigon - we queried this, they think the old name is prettier, easier and it is in no way disrespecting HCM himself, of whom every single person we met had a story to tell about his kindness and generosity, likening him to Ghandi.

 there's plenty of familiar outlets here - McDonalds - offering Vietnamese coffee, which was
very nice and almost as good as the one we had in the Sapa village and a Domino pizza.

 Indian restuarants, we went to this one twice it was so good - bucket of curry anyone?

more markets and shops selling fresh product (jackfruit)

Saigon has a population of eight and a half million, of which over 7 million own a moped.  The city is stacked with mopeds, traffic is slow but furious with mopeds cramming the streets and parked so densely on pavements that pedestrians can't get by without jaywalking.  It is not uncommon to find mopeds coming at you on the wrong side of the road and yet it all works somehow.

 To be honest we didn't want excursions here, the city is heaving with traffic and the popular destinations are the French built post office, Government buildings and well manicured public gardens.  We preferred, as we have throughout this trip, to go to the local markets and living quarters and explore, eat outside, wander around and take it all in. 

Post Office, French built during occupation

Everyone in Saigon is immensely proud of their country and Government.  I asked why we didn't see any uniformed police or soldiers on the streets and was told there aren't any, only plain clothes/secret police and they aren't needed much.  Anyone doing anything very bad is 'removed' punishment is very severe and crime is therefore low. 

view from hotel, Saigon

Crossing roads is scary, lorries and buses rule,so you give way to them as not all vehicles stop at lights.    The pedestrian rule is give way to big vehicles, then step out bravely; locals flap a hand by their side in bird like fashion to indicate they are on the move, the mopeds will weave around you, dont step back and dont run, a steady pace is the trick.  If you stop, the flapping hand stops too.

A city of many contrasts with streets of high rise buildings with pavements that fill up in the early morning to sell street food, fruit and veg, nuts, everything on little stalls, mopeds or hawkers on foot, more intense at night competing with a variety of traditional and modern restaurants selling local food but also pizza pasta and just about everything in between.

There is a vast  market selling food and spices, it has a big undercover section in the middle full of literally hundreds of small stalls selling cooked meals with a few chairs, tables or benches crammed with people, mostly locals but also backpackers.  Everything is super fresh, cooked on the spot on small burners.

We spent our evenings in open front street cafes watching the world go by and ate good Vegetarian food at Ganesh, an Indian restaurant,with no expense spared as it was our last two nights there and so good we had to come back . average £14 for two with beer, full of Indian diners, hardly a westerner in sight.  Also the inevitable Mcdonalds that was great for air con cool down after the sweltering heat outside, average 30 degrees with 80 per cent humidity.

We visited the Reunification Palace and saw the vast state rooms and learned how the Viet Cong crashed the palace gates and took back power from the Southern Army, raising the now familiar red flag with yellow star and signaling the end of the Vietnam war.

Chinatown within Saigon houses the Chinese community, their businesses (tailors, laundries) in narrow streets crammed with food stalls traffic and people and holds some beautiful Buddhists  temples.  People were friendly without exception.

Cu Chi Tunnels

The drive here was interesting, we had our own van and found the landscape turn quickly into jungle.  There are a large number of vast orchid farms on the route, polytunnelled and gated - I asked if we could take a look but was declined, the growers don't want visitors.

 American artillary, some of which was recycled by the Vietnamese to make their own weapons, including hand made rifles.  Vietnamese soldiers had to carry a toothpick between their teeth, to remind them not to make any noise.  If they forgot and the toothpick fell out and got lost, they would be severely punished.

map of the tunnels

At Cu Chi we had a guide supplied by Kuoni Travel who apologised for the 'propaganda' video (which I enjoyed).  There is a point where you can enter some tunnels, which have been enlarged to just about fit a small westerner (me).  I had trouble getting out of one and had to be dragged out but could see when in there the tunnels go down deep and narrow eventually they join chambers where people lived, slept and cooked.  There was an air vent system to take fresh air in but also to take cooking smells and smoke out, some distance from the tunnels - cooking was only done in the early morning as the smoke was not seen in the morning mists.

This American tank will never leave as the jungle has grown around it.  When the Vietnam War was on, this area was not as dense with jungle, in fact it was quite open in places which makes it all the more remarkable that these clever people managed to stay hidden below ground.

These are an ingenious invention, shoes that leave prints going the opposite way, they fooled many an American soldier.

After Saigon, we took a flight to Hong Kong.... next post.