Phase 2: Hue (Pronounced as Hoi)- I’m sure we can blame the French for that hahah
September 22, 2008
So we took a train from HCMC to Hue, which was roughly 18 hours trip.. Amaaazzzzing views there.. Here are some of my favourites..
After settling in the hotel, we went for a recommended place on tripadvisor.. Lac Thienh (or next door, Lac Thanh) loonnnggg history on how one place was successful and bla bla bla and then copycats came up, confusing tourists and all, copying to a point where the staff pretend to be mute and dumb like the original shop owners. Anyways. not that I cleared up which was real and which was not, I just picked one and had the food. (go consumerism!! haha) OK-la, but didn’t quite jive with my taste buds. But still. Good vietnamese food for cheap when having the same thing in a VNmese restaurant in Msia would cost 20 times more.
After that we went to see the famous Hue bridge- apparently something everyone must do. So I got a night shot! Very reminiscent of NY’s backdrop pics I had last time hahaha.. Though this one had a mirage of colours, I just picked the most pretty :p
Day in Hue
1 word to sum it up : Motorbikes!!!!!
Really wanted a ‘feel’ of Vietnamese traffic, but was too chicken to try in HCMC cus I just didn’t like the statistics of one foreigner dying a month, and at least 30 Vietnamese hospitalised in ONE HOSPITAL from a traffic related accident. Plus I was living on the edge with no insurance (gasp! omg! tsk tsk!) yeah i know hahaha.. So begins the tale of us seeing the whole of Hue in a day on motorbikes!
-some temple (forgot the name- but again, its the usual touristy thingy)
- The Monks studying at the above temple. Food prepared for (not at all yucky okkkk), place to live in provided (twin sharing basis, fineee the bed’s a lil… basic), clothes free from all fashion pressure, and here’s the kicker.. people adore and adulate you to a point of hollywood stature. I think being a monk is awesome! And not to mention a damn easy life! Except for the part where people expect you to perform miracles and all hahaha..
- On some American shelter on a hill, there was a carcass of some tanker, but being alpha female at that point the sceneries were more interesting hahaha
- in another temple… me and mommy :p (YES she’s my MOM) get over it hahahah
- i LOVE this picture! It’s everything a city girl would be jakun about! Hahahahahah.. Below is the same picture, but with my camera having develop the expensive blur capabilities hahahah
- here’s everyone with their respective motorcycle drivers! It really was a great experience in terms of seeing a beautiful place in a very short time, and also being exposed to interaction with local people. One thing that struck me hilarious was that Vietnamese people say ‘my’ when they mean ‘you’/ ‘your’. So the conversation with my motorcycle guy goes:
Him: That’s my mother?
Me: No, that’s MY mother
Him: My mother?
Me: Errrrr…. Yeah. Maybe. Hahahahahha
Another one (before I caught on)
Him: What is my name?
Me:Eric? John? Jacob?… ?!???!?.. How would I know?!?!??!?
So after a while I caught on, and told him my name. Then I wanted to know his name
Me: So what is my name?
Him: Your
Me: No, MY name (What the hell?!? He’s correcting my ‘grammar’ now?!??!)
Him: Your
Me: Okkkkk (thinking I might’ve got it wrong after all).. What’s YOUR name?
Him: …??!?… Blurr… Your..
Me: OH. You mean my name is Your? (Of all the names.. What are the odds of THAT!?!)
Hahahahah.. Language differences is really a source of entertainment everywhere I travel. Apparently it’s like that in Sabah too, and the conversation can really take a turn towards ridiculousness before one side catches on.
ANyways.
Was in the station by 5 to catch a train that was late (only 2 hours late so we were fortunate) and because I bought the tickets a day earlier, I only got hard sleepers! O.M.G! A thin slice of cloth is your ‘mattress’, and there are 3 bunks on one side, so siting up is impossible, and getting up/down is a gym workout on its own. To make matters more insanely funny were our coachmates! 3 brothers who shook the train coach with their snoring! Complete surround system! Hahahaha..














November 1st, 2008 at 6:28 pm
[...] phase 2: hue (pronounced as hoi)- i’m sure we can blame the french …one thing that struck me hilarious was that vietnamese people say ‘my’ when they mean ‘you’/ ‘your’. so the conversation goes:. him: that’s my mother? me: no, that’s my mother. him: my mother? me: errrrr…. yeah. maybe. hahahahahha … [...]