Days 643-644: Back in ‘Nam

05.10.10-06.10.10:

I arrived in the Chinese town of Nanning exceptionally early in the morning and looked about for transport to the border.  I honestly can’t remember how I got there, but I did and was one of the first people that day to cross into Vietnam.  I’ve got to say: nice border post: it seems to double as a national park.  After being stamped out of China and being stamped into my ONE HUNDRED AND SEVENTY THIRD country (WOO!) I took a free ride on one of the large electric golf buggies that take you to the nearby minibus park.

I arrived just after nine and was gutted to be told that the next minibus for Hanoi wasn’t going to leave for another hour.  That was until I saw that the nine o’clock minibus hadn’t made it out of the bus park yet. Arms flailing and bags akimbo, I whistled the minibus which ignored me and was just about to make off down the highway before my banging on the back window slowed it down long enough for me to clamber aboard.

‘Hanoi?’ I asked, gasping for breath.

‘Hanoi!’ said the driver and welcomed me on board.

The minibus arrived in Vietnam’s capital city around one in the afternoon and it wasn’t long before I was at the southern bus station looking for a coach to Saigon (now called Ho Chi Min City, but not by the people who live there.  Or me.).  There was one leaving at 3 o’clock that went direct and would take 48 hours to get there.  Another two nights on buses: that would be five in a row.

It seemed simpler than changing in Danang, so I went for it.  It was only when I got on board did I see the error of my ways.  Mollycuddled by the splendour of Chinese buses, I had forgotten just how back other countries (like the USA) treated their coach-going public.  There was cargo everywhere: in fact the back seats had been removed to make way for more cargo and there were people making beds on the cargo.  All the overhead shelves where full of cargo, as was the cargo hold and even the spaces under the seats were jam packed with cargo.  The passengers seemed a minor concern.  The reels of electrical cable on the floor at my feet meant that my knees where up by my chest, but that’s okay, because the seat in front of me was so damn close I couldn’t have sat with my knees out straight anyway.

In a fit of bugger it, I bought the seat next to me, but before we got going a bus pulled up alongside: it was a bed-bus, the kind you get in China.  Within seconds I was off my bus and asking them were this luxury liner was going.

‘Danang.’

Danang.  Halfway to Saigon.  That would do.

I charged back into the ticket terminal and demanded my money back, using the (fair) point that I wasn’t cargo, I was a human being.  I’d be prepared to put up with these kind of shenanigans in Africa were there was no other choice, but to sit and try to sleep scrunched up for two nights in a row when I could be laying horizontal on a bed of swan’s feathers FOR THE SAME PRICE would be nothing short of insanity.

They were a little reluctant to give me my money, but I was in no mood to play that game, so I did what I always do in these situations, whipped out my phone and started dialling the tourist police.  Works a treat 😉

With my refund in hand, I jumped on the bed-bus to Denang.  What’s more, this bed-bus had fully adjustable beds, so unlike the Chinese ones, you could put the back completely upright!  Oh happy day!  Even better, it left before my original bus, and if all went to plan, I’d get into Saigon six hours earlier, even though I’d have to change buses in Danang.  RESULT!

As we departed, I saw that it was Hanoi city’s 1000th birthday this year.  Happy birthday Hanoi!  I have wonderful warm memories of this place from when I was last here, it’s a cracking town: billions of scooters buzzing around like benign hornets, a beautiful central lake, sensational food and lovely people.  I pressed my hand against the window.  Sorry I can’t stay Hanoi, I’ve got a promise to keep with an old friend.

Wednesday’s blog can happily be tagged on the end of this one.  What happened?  Well I got off the bus in the morning in the city of Danang, had breakfast down by the river and then returned to the bus station to take the FIFTH overnighter in a row to Saigon.  I looked out of the window and watched Vietnam go flying by in the pouring rain.

Brief and to the point, I don’t think it warrants its own entry, do you?

Author: Graham

Adventurer, filmmaker, blogger, double Guinness World Record Holder. The first person to visit every country in the world without flying. I currently live on a private island in The Caribbean that I won in a competition.

5 thoughts on “Days 643-644: Back in ‘Nam”

  1. This has been my main ‘must read’ site since I sat next to Mandy (yes, THE Mandy) last December on a flight from Melbourne to Dubai and learnt about Odyssey from her. Lovely person and thanks to her I, and lots of others, are in on the story.

    Wonderful, readable, informative, entertaining writing.

    Every bus has a pedant passenger though.

    The ‘Were’ and ‘where’ confusion is understandable in the Scouse context. (Hair with the fur hur and the fair coat’ comes to mind. The ‘its’ and ‘it’s’ I could teach you in 2 minutes. But isn’t there someone who is literate enough to proof-read it?

    Oh, and ‘laying’. Usually, in UK English, its ‘lying’

    Frank

    1. Oh, come on Frank – they’re just typos! I’m sure they’ll be sorted before the book comes out!

      I write these things on a cracked screen laptop on the back of a bus, usually at some ungodly hour of the night and hurriedly upload them when I excitingly cadge half an hour of free wi-fi in a roadside shank somewhere – sometimes I simply don’t have the time to read them back before my infernal laptop battery runs out!

      But as for mixing up where and were, it’s and its, there and their, it’s a bugbear of mine too – but I don’t have anyone who proofs these things. Leo used to, but after a heroic 18 months of doing it, he understandably just hasn’t got the time anymore – he’s got two young kids and has just moved house.

      So its just little ol’ me where once their was too…!

      1. OK. Crazed pedants are people, too, even those who learnt about the language at the U of Pool, and I shed a tear for Leo and his burdens. I think I said you are a prince among men?

        1. Aye, I doff my cap to Leo: as well as proofing my rambling narrative, he was also responsible for removing all the sweary content and keeping everything nice and PG.

  2. If you come back to the USA and take public transport please try Amtrak its much better than Grayhound bus service has sucked from when Trailways went out of business and now all buses, whatever the paint on the side, are run by Grayhound who’s motto is “You can’t afford better”. Amtrak however used equipment problems and was frequently late. They have fixed there equipment and as far as being on time… They now serve hard liquor at all times so u can use the extra time to sober up.

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