We walked by St Joseph Cathedral many times as it was about two blocks away from our hotel. When the Nguyen King handed Hanoi over to the French in 1886, they promptly destroyed Bao Thien pagoda and built the cathedral in its place. The cathedral was modeled after Notre Dame and I suspect the neon lights on the nativity scene were modeled after Vegas.
We also visited the Hoa Loa prison which lies a few blocks further south of the cathedral. French colonists built the prison 1904 to hold mostly native Vietnamese political prisoners. Later, the Vietnamese used the prison to hold American POWs, including John McCain and James Stockdale, who ironically named it the Hanoi Hilton. Conditions in the prison at all times seemed at best terrible and it is a stark reminder of the awful things that people are capable of doing. I am neither inclined nor qualified to write anything more.
The Temple of Literature was built in 1070 as a Confucian Temple. Six years later the first National University in Vietnam was formed within the temple to educate members of the Elite. Graduate's names were etched in stone steles that sit on top of turtles.
The temple features a number of bonsai trees,
also a few interesting dragons adorning the roofs,
prominent reflecting pools,
and most importantly a giant drum.
From Hanoi we headed north to Ha Long Bay where we celebrated New Years Eve on a boat. Trying to leave the dock was a bit of an adventure as most boats were triple parked or more and we were far inside. The boats surrounding us wouldn't move to let us leave because they didn't want to lose their spot. When the boats looking for a spot realized that we were leaving they tried to force their way into our space - but we hadn't left yet. After 45 minutes playing bumper boats we cleared the commotion by the docks it was not long before we were completely surrounded by Ha Long Bay's iconic karst islands.
Ha Long Bay is a park and the islands are protected territory - people are not allowed to live on them. Many people have managed to skirt the rules and live in the area in floating villages.
Most of these people make a living as fishermen.
Some however make a rowing around selling snacks and drinks to the many tourist boats in the area.
Along the way we stopped in Surprise Cave.
and stopped for a photo-op.Went kayaking.
We stopped in Hanoi just long enough to book train tickets to the beach town of Nha Trang. We were lucky enough to get the last two sleeper bunks on an overnight train leaving the next afternoon. A few days on the beach and in a boat were a great break from the rigorous sightseeing we've been doing.
We caught an overnight, sleeper bus from Nha Trang north to Hoi An, a town known for its Old Town area but, more importantly, its tailors.
Hoi An
As home to one of the largest harbors in Southeast Asia, Hoi An was a prominent trading town in the 16th and 17th centuries. As a result, some of the buildings preserved in the Old Town area have a distinctly European feel. This street(pictured below)in Old Town is home to a number lantern makers.
We couldn't spend a few days in Hoi An without visiting My Son, a Hindu temple built in the 4th century.
The site, now in ruins, was where the Champa dynasty held religious ceremonies and also served as a burial ground for royalty and national heros.
We spent a few hours wandering around the complex admiring the intricate details that have somehow survived 1,600 years in the middle of a very humid jungle.
My Son
On the boat ride home we passed a couple fishing. This two man operation was typical of the fishermen we had seen in Nha Trang and Halong Bay - one person steers and the other casts a net over and over again, all day, every day.
We spent our last day in Hoi An filling up on baguette sandwiches, making some last minute alterations to our new clothes and perusing the local market for souvenirs. We took a somewhat perilous cab ride early the next morning to the Da Nang Airport where we left for Cambodia.
1 comment:
Matt,
Great post as per usual.
The My Son temple is definitely my cup of tea, since I really want to be Indiana Jones and that reminds me of the Temple of Doom.
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