Hoi An, Vietnam

Hoi An was a nice change of pace from the hectic hustle and bustle of Saigon.  It’s a serene beach town on one side, a relic of the old French colonial style on the other.  And in between are the what seems like a million tailors and bespoke clothing shops.  An historic port city that’s inundated with tourists, but still manages to keep its charm.

What I’ll remember most about this town is the family that runs the Camellia Homestay where I situated myself in for a few nights.  It’s more like a mom and pop bed and breakfast, completely family owned and operated.  I had asked the homestay to arrange for a taxi to pick me up from Denang Airport, and the father (owner) ended up picking me up himself!  Little did I know he was the owner, but then on our way back when he asked if I was hungry, we stopped by a street food stand and had a couple bowls of Cao Lau noodles which he paid for.  That tipped me off that he wasn’t just a cab driver.

(Cao Lau noodles are a Hoi An specialty, which I fell head over heels for from the moment I first tasted it (I may have ended up having maybe ten bowls in total during my four night stay in the town!)).

The mother was an absolute sweetheart and the niece and daughter were as charming as can be.  Staying at that homestay was like being “home” away from home.  I was sad to leave Hoi An, mainly because I was leaving the homestay.  The mother even gave me a going away gift (a lovely woven scarf… which incidentally, I’m a huge fan of scarves!).  I can’t say enough about the Camellia Homestay.  They’ve only been in business for six months, but they’re doing something right, and I know they’ll stay in business for a very long time.  I can’t sing their praises enough, really.

Anyways, here are some images I took while in Hoi An.  Hope you enjoy!

Chihuahua!On my way to riding on the Hai Van Pass… just like the BBC Top Gear guys did when they rode through Vietnam!  I did not have a big model ship behind me though.View from the Hai Van Pass.  There’s a leprosy colony down there somewhere.  Yeah, I didn’t know leprosy still existed, either… but it does apparently.Hoi An glows at night.  Hanging lanterns are lit in shops and on the street, and floating lanterns are released onto the river, which supposedly brings good luck and happiness.  I’m all for that. She’s making my Cao Lau noodles.  Damn I could go for some right about now.And here’s the Camellia Homestay family.  They made me lunch on my last day.  I miss them.Next on my trip was Hanoi and an overnight cruise on Ha Long Bay.  Photos to come.  Right now I’m in Luang Prabang, trying to figure out how to eat sticky rice with my fingers.  Until next time, kiddos.

~Jase

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Saigon, Vietnam

Gooooooood morning, Vietnam!  Okay, I had to say that at least once in my journey through this magnificent country, no?  Even though it’s evening here.

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Sure, it’s officially called Ho Chi Minh City, but everyone here calls it Saigon, and I prefer the name Saigon anyways.  The first thing my friends warned me about back in the States was how treacherous crossing the streets were.  And they were right!  It’s not as bad as I had imagined though… think crossing the Westside Highway in Manhattan, except cars and scooters actually slow down instead of speeding up!  But that’s just one street in New York.  Almost every road in Vietnam is like this.  So I would guess if I was from somewhere like LA, where no one dares to jay walk, it would be pretty scary.

But my friends had also said how ridiculously friendly the people were and how amazing the food is as well.  Vietnamese cuisine was already one of my favorites before I stepped foot onto this forever 100 degrees nation (38 degrees in Celsius, I quickly learned)… it was one of the reasons I wanted to come here in the first place.  But I’m constantly and consistently blown away at how nice and accommodating everyone here is.

I’d like to say hello and thank you to all the wonderful people I met in Saigon… from the locals, the tour guides, and all the other travelers I’ve crossed paths with.  It’s interesting that the vast majority of other travelers I met come from Australia and New Zealand.  Germans come in a close second and you also hear a lot of French being spoken (though I haven’t actually befriended any French people… the ones I’ve come across have all been a bit stand-offish… just my experience), and the occasional Brit here and there.  It’s very rare I’ll run into an American.

Anyways, enough talk, here are some photos.  Enjoy!

Chillin.I came across lots of engagement sessions in Saigon.  Their style is a weeeee bit different from mine.  But it was fascinating for me to witness.This is just one of a million moto parking lots in the city.And one of a million moto garages in the city.You have to always keep your guard up and your ears open for motos behind you… even in tiny cramped alleyways.  Luckily, they honk their horns (every damn time) they’re in your vicinity.As many motos and scooters there are, there are plenty more smiles.Ants marching…He has a head, I promise.The previous and following few images are photos I took in a Chinese pagoda.  I found the elderly gentleman there quite captivating, as you can see by the many images I took of him working.I saw lots of drivers taking mid-afternoon naps.  I don’t blame them, being in the sweltering heat all day.One of the few “must see” spots for me… the Hotel Continental, where Graham Greene wrote his masterpiece, “The Quiet American,” which was the book I was reading while in Saigon.  It was quite the “meta” experience.  A lot of the scenes in the novel took place at the hotel as well.Vietnamese barber shop.The infamous “Lunch Lady,” made popular by Anthony Bourdain’s show “No Reservations.”  I’m still not sure exactly what I ate, but it was fantastic.Portrait of the Lunch Lady.Spent my last day in Saigon lazing around.  One of the many moments I stopped for coffee and cigarettes.  And a good book (the aforementioned “The Quiet American”).  Vietnamese coffee is absolutely phenomenal.  I don’t know how I’m going to go back to the normal stuff in America.  Next stop on my journey was the gorgeous city of Hoi An.  I’ll hopefully be posting those soon.  Currently in Sapa, enjoying the magnificent scenery of rice terraces and being constantly stalked and harassed by Hmong hawkers in the street.  Boy, they are persistent!  But a lovely bunch, nonetheless.

See you all next time, kiddos.  Hope you enjoyed the photos!

~Jase

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Siem Reap, Cambodia

After a bumpy eight hour bus ride up from Phnom Penh, Siem Reap was my next stop in my journey.  The city is most well known for Angkor Wat, one of the seven wonders of the world (eight if you count Andre the Giant).  Below is a shot I took from my hotel room as I was getting situated.

Siem Reap is most famous for the ancient ruins of Angkor Wat.  That and its surrounding ruins draw a large crowd, even at 5:30 in the morning.And the reason for that is it’s photogenic sunrise.Peekaboo.But the locals are used to it, I guess.Ta Prohm… or more commonly known to you youngsters as the place where Tomb Raider was filmed.These little critters are pretty creepy looking, no?I’m all for street art and graffiti, but not at places like this.Bayon, one of my favorite of the ruins.Kids taking an afternoon dip.The next day I scheduled an eight hour ATV quad ride through the countryside and its villages.  It was a fantastic time but afterwards, my right hand was all contorted out of shape from gripping the accelerator for such a long period of time.  I couldn’t even use chopsticks properly for two days after!I’d say the best part of this day was seeing all these kids running out of their houses as soon as they heard my ATV zipping by.  It was as if I was driving an ice cream truck in America.  They’d all drop whatever they were doing to run out and say “Hello!!!!!” and wave.

Being from New York, I was a bit skeptical at stopping and taking photos of them at first.  What would the parents think?  And are these kids going to ask for money?  But my guide assured me the kids are just excited to see foreigners and the ATV.

What does that say about me, wondering if kids had ulterior motives.  But when you’re in the cities of Cambodia, there are child hawkers everywhere (almost as much as tuktuks!) begging for change or to buy some worthless chotchki.  The countryside is a bit different, I guess.Kids in the villages go to school in the mornings and late afternoons.  In between, they go back home to help their families out by working.  These kids are fishing in the glaring afternoon sun.We stopped by a local market… they have different sanitary conditions as in America.  The NYC Department of Health would go nuts.  But such is life in Cambodia.  The government isn’t so in your face about everything.  Which is quite nice, actually.Yes, that’s it’s own tail in it’s mouth.Can I also mention how easy street photography is here? Actually, it’s easier anywhere else in the world other than America.  Which is why when I’m shooting street in the U.S., I never ask anyone for permission to take their photos.  Otherwise, I’d end up shooting nothing.  Or the backsides of people all day.  I think in this day and age with facebook and twitter and instagram and bla bla bla, people are suspect of WHY you want to take their photo.  They’re quick to jump to the conclusion that there must be something wrong and that you’re only taking their photo so you can post it later and have some disparaging remark underneath in the caption.

Here, it’s completely different.  I’ve actually had some strangers stop me so that I could take a picture of them!  It’s refreshing, really.

After a long shower (I was covered in dirt everywhere… and I mean everywhere after the eight hour tour), I hit up the famous night market and Pub Street.  It was mostly a tourist trap, but you gotta at least walk through the neighborhood once… if anything, to just say you did it.  Lots of food stalls, bars, souvenir shops and those places where you dip your feet in a tank of fish and the they eat the dead skin off your feet.  Lovely.

The next day I decided to just walk around the city to take some more photos.  Here are some kids that are most likely up to no good. And here are some monks who are probably up to good.Durian!And that wraps up my trip to Cambodia.  All in all, I loved the country and it’s people and I wished I could have stayed a bit longer.  The kids are the most adorable things in the entire world, full of laughs and smiles from ear to ear, despite not having the day to day amenities other kids have in other nations.

I also loved hearing the Khmer (Cambodian) language being spoken.  There’s just something so sing-songy about how it sounds.  It just sounds like a happy language to me.

Anyways, the Khmer people were so ridiculously friendly and in spite of the rocky history, the people seem quite optimistic and content about their place in life.  Yes, there are issues of government corruption and the poor standard of living, but there’s something about the people that I met along the way that leads me to think they live happy, fulfilling lives.  Like much of Asia, there are multiple generations within the family living together.  Some even have four generations.  And they all help each other out and fulfill their familial duties.  It was quite beautiful to witness.

Next stop on my adventures across Southeast Asia, was Vietnam.  Saigon to be precise.  Hope you enjoyed my photos along the way.  I’ll be sure to post up photos from Saigon when I get a nice chunk of time to write something up.

Currently, I’m in historic Hoi An, taking photos, eating amazing food and making more friends.

Oh, did I mention how tasty Khmer food is?  I’ve actually never had it before I went to Cambodia.  But it’s downright delicious.  I wonder if there are any Khmer restos in NYC.  If so, I’m definitely gonna have to check those out.

Until then, safe travels!

~Jase

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