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A Guide to Solo Travel: The Practical Stuff

While I was home for Christmas I went to a family gathering at my aunt’s house (for those that know me, no this was not a Barrows Bash…. it was the other side of my family. A Murfitt ménage maybe?). I sat opposite one of my cousins who was just about to set off travelling and will be doing some of it solo. She asked me for advice.

“Ummm, oh gosh I don’t know. Ummm. Be careful. Ummm, yeah I can’t think. Oh take a door stop!”

I was not particularly helpful (although I did reassure her that she will be absolutely fine, and that it is not as scary as you think it is – if you are just about to set off solo, then DITTO). Put on the spot I couldn’t think, but I did spend the lion’s share of last year travelling solo without any major mishaps, and I have picked up a few things. So here is what I should have said to her, and everything useful and practical about how to travel solo that I know, including safety advice.

I think a lot of this applies to anyone setting off on a big trip, whether they’re doing it in a group, a couple, or indeed solo. I think the main difference with solo travel is that you can’t rely on anyone else. You will meet people, and if you need help you will always be able to find it, but you do need to be as self-sufficient as possible.

I should also say that this is just how I do it. I’ve also aimed it at those starting out; I think the longer you travel the more you learn how you like and want to travel, and you will develop your own systems and ways of doing things. This is also very much geared to big, long trips – some of this stuff might sound like far too much hassle for a week by the sea! My general attitude though is to get myself as sorted as possible, give myself as many different options should anything go wrong, and then just relax and enjoy it.

There is a whole other companion post on the emotional and mental side of solo travel which I’ll try to write soon.

So here goes.

Money

The morning after my 30th birthday in Hong Kong, Sean arrived back at our hotel room at 4.30am minus his wallet and his phone. All his cards were in his wallet and he had zero cash on him. For the rest of his trip he transferred money into my account and I pulled it out for him (it wasn’t actually this easy as the day after my main debit card got pulled up for fraud and cancelled….but never mind) He asked me what he would have done had he been on his own: “You probably would have had to have gone home. You can get emergency money from your bank or the embassy I think but you couldn’t have relied on it”.

The key thing when organising your funds is to give yourself as many different options as possible should one or two of them fail.

So, take two debit cards and at least one if not two credit cards, from at least two different banks. If you can get a mix of Visa and MasterCard (when I landed in Ubud last time pretty much all ATMs on the island were rejecting Visa cards, but MasterCards seemed to be fine).

Keep all your savings or the large bulk of your money in an account that you do not have card with you for (I cut mine up) and set up a standing order between that account and your current account for roughly how much you think you’ll need each month. This saves you having to constantly access your internet banking on dodgy WiFi connections and means that you never have too much money in the account you have a card for.

Get the highest limit you can on at least one of your credit cards and keep it completely clean – don’t put anything on it. If there is an emergency you’ll need the full amount (In 2011 I got stranded in New York with the ash cloud, and only had a £1000 limit on my credit card, and very little in the way of reserve funds. Although I eventually got money back from my airline I still had to pay upfront for everything and it was really tricky and very stressful).

Keep one of your credit cards, and possibly one of your debit cards as well, in your main bag and separate to the other two. Also, always have at least 100 USD in cash on you (the easiest to change currency pretty much everywhere – and something that has saved me on numerous occasions when my cards weren’t working for whatever reason.)

Insurance

Get the best you can afford. End of story.

Take a particularly close look at the medical side of it, and if you can, get unlimited expenses.

I use Virgin Money Black Backpacker and really recommend it.

Planning

There aren’t now many places I wouldn’t go to solo for anything other than safety reasons, but if this is your first solo trip then think carefully about the sort of places you feel most comfortable in and start there. My first solo trip was to Copenhagen, and although this was actually by accident (read why here) it was the perfect starter trip for me as I love cities, especially small, walkable ones with lots of cosy cafes and ridiculously handsome men.

One of the hardest things I found at the beginning of my trip was waking up in the morning and not having any sort of structure to my day. When you are with people you all decide what you are going to do, and sometimes it can feel a little overwhelming to do this on your own. I got into the habit of roughly planning the next day over dinner the night before, and although it often went out of the window it was easier waking up with an idea of what to do. This is also why I think day and half day tours are a great idea when you’re just starting out. Cookery classes, food tours, culture tours and bike tours are all great for meeting other travellers, and giving you something to get going in the morning for.

Always book your first night AT LEAST in a new country.

Packing

Try to keep your bags as light as possible, and make sure you can move around fairly easily with them (something I sometimes struggle with). When you’re on your own there is no one to help you, and being able to walk 10 minutes or so to your guesthouse will keep your costs down a bit.

Here are a few things I always pack:

  • Soft silicone ear plugs (the best ones without a doubt. If you are planning on staying in dorms these are essential but are a life-saver, or sleep-saver, even if not).
  • Noise cancelling headphones. I bought mine after a horrendous 7 hour bus ride in Malaysia with a driver blaring Hindi pop so loud I couldn’t hear my Harry Potter audio book! Mine are super cheap market ones, but the next time I have a bit of spare money I’m getting a proper pair.
  • A clothes peg. Seriously the most useful thing I have with me. I use it for closing mosquito nets all the time, and for pegging together curtains that aren’t shutting out prying eyes.
  • Mooncup. See why here. (ladies only, obviously).
  • Head torch. So useful.
  • My iPad mini. I have a laptop with me but am a bit wary sometimes of getting it out in public places, especially as it is so important to me. I feel I can be much more relaxed with my iPad, and use it to read magazines over dinner, and listen to podcasts and audio books on long bus rides. I always make sure it has enough stuff on there to keep me entertained, including some comfort stuff, like episodes of the West Wing and those Harry Potter audio books (which seriously saved my sanity when I got horrendous food poisoning a few weeks ago).
  • Lots of rehydration salts and plenty of the medicines that I use. I check it every so often and replenish from Guardians etc. if needs be. If you get a bad case of the runs the last thing you’re going to want to do is run around pharmacies trying to find salts etc.
  • Wooden door stop – see why below.
  • Whistle – see why below.

Take photographs of all of your stuff before you leave and keep a photo of the outside and top of your checked baggage on your phone.

Eating out

Read this and just do it.

Looking after your stuff

When travelling between places I always keep everything important in one bag (wallet, phone, passport, laptop etc) and make that my priority. I often ask other travellers to keep an eye on my big bag while I go to the loo / buy snacks etc, but always keep my small bag with me.

(Side note, make sure you can squat with your smaller bag on your back as road side loos often have filthy floors and no door hooks. It bloody good for strengthening your thighs as well).

Make sure when flying, or even on long bus rides where you will be separated from your big bag, that you have things in your small bag you might need should it not arrive with you. See here for my thoughts on this when it happened to me (for the first time).

Keep a copy of your passport, and any visas etc. in your big bag, and send copies of both (and your insurance details) to yourself and a trusted family member or friend.

Looking after yourself

I’ve always shied away a bit from this topic on here, mainly because I’ve read so many “solo travel safety” blog posts that are, in my humble opinion, a load of bollocks. I particularly get annoyed when I see a load of gimmicky suggestions and then a link at the bottom to a blog post on “that time I got horribly drunk in Costa Rica and passed out on the beach”. However, the one that took the biscuit for me included the suggestion “don’t open your mouth because as soon as you do people know you are not a native speaker and you are vulnerable”. Seriously???? Don’t talk to anyone??? That’s your advice???? (Incidentally it was the same post which said this about eating solo).

So my first piece of advice is to talk to local people as much as possible (it’s also fun, and for me what travel is all about). On long bus / train rides I always try to befriend an older woman or two, and always spend time chatting to my guesthouse / homestay owners. I like knowing there are people looking out for me and that know my face. I also always get eating out suggestions from them, and if I’m feeling a bit insecure in a city / town will ask if there are any areas I need to avoid.

My second bit of advice is to not drink. I barely drank last year, and even when I did it was only ever one drink a night, and somewhere I felt pretty safe (like at my guesthouse, or with friends from home). I know that even after one glass of wine I’m not as switched on and as aware as I would be otherwise, and not drinking also means that I’m less likely to find myself in dangerous situations – like walking home down back allies at 3am for instance. This is obviously however a personal decision, but its something to think about.

My third I’ve already written about on here: take a self defence class.

I have a few safety rules which I try to stick to:

  • Never arrive in a new country after dark, and try to avoid arriving in new places after dark as well. You are at your most vulnerable when you are tired and disorientated and have all your stuff with you. If you do, or if you are arriving somewhere after a particularly long journey, then arrange for your guesthouse to pick you up at the station (In Vietnam this meant meeting you on the platform outside your carriage door – fantastic).
  • I only ever take tuk-tuks and motorbike taxis after dark. This might sound counterintuitive but I feel safer on them as I know I can get off should the driver decide to take me somewhere I don’t want to go, whereas you can get trapped in a car taxi (this is in part a reaction to a story I heard over ten years ago about three girls in Peru who took a taxi after dark and got taken to the middle of nowhere, and stripped of all their belongings at gun point). That being said I usually eat somewhere near my guesthouse at night, and go further afield for lunch during the day.
  • I trust my instincts and if I feel uncomfortable I’m not going to worry about being rude.
  • I almost always stay at small friendly guesthouses and hotels and make sure at least a few of the staff know my face.

Finally, I always have two things on me: a wooden doorstop and a whistle. The doorstop is for putting under guesthouse room doors that don’t feel particularly secure, and while I have to admit I didn’t actually use my whistle last year, it did make me feel more secure on a number of occasions. For instance on the overnight train from Ho Chi Minh to Hoi An, I found myself sharing a small compartment with three local men. The door locked from the inside, and I was also repeatedly hassled by the (drunk) train conductor who kept asking me to “love him”. The train was packed and there was nowhere else I could go, so I held my whistle in my hand and although I didn’t manage to get much sleep I did feel a bit safer.

I personally think SE Asia is one of the safest areas to travel around, and there are other things that I’ve done in other parts of the world to keep myself, and my belongings safe. In South America for instance I carried a dummy wallet and would NEVER get a taxi after dark on my own. In Nairobi I didn’t even leave my guesthouse after dark, and kept a card and most of my money in my bra (in a small plastic wallet to guard against sweat).

Health

For me, taking care of my health is part of staying safe. I know if I’m over tired, hungry and dehydrated I won’t make very good decisions. So try to get enough sleep (treat yourself to private rooms occasionally if staying in dorms) and always make sure you plenty of snacks with you on long journeys. If you are getting worn out then head somewhere quiet for a few days and rest up.

Budget

Get this app, and be know that solo travel is more expensive than travelling in a couple.

 

PHEW that was a long post. I really hope if you are about to start travelling solo, or already on your way, you find this useful. Let me know!

If you’ve travelled solo before, what advice to you give to fellow solo travellers? 

4 weeks in Japan in 5 moodAways

This post is sponsored by moodAway.

Back in November I spent four weeks in Japan travelling by train from Yakushima, a small island off the southwestern corner of the country, to Sapporo on Hokkaido, the northernmost of the four main islands. I spent the first two weeks with my friend Kateline then, after she flew back to the UK, continued up on my own.

And it is now one of my very favourite countries in the world, and I finally understood what made my friend Tom spend three years there. I’m already plotting ways of returning for much longer. 

The problem with loving countries sometimes though is that it’s so hard to explain why you do. It’s a gut thing, a “this is a good place for me” kind of feeling. But here are just a few of the reasons:

I love the onsens; the ritual of them and how calm and clean they made me feel. I love how polite, kind and thoughtful the Japanese are. How willing they are to go out of their way to help you. I love the Japanese aesthetic: the simple lines, light mellowed through yellow handmade paper, and everything pared back to the essentials. I love the feel of tatami mats under my feet. I love the colour of the leaves in Autumn (was so pleased we went at that time of year): bold pink, vibrant red and fiery orange. I love the food, especially the noodles. Udon. Soba. Ramen. I love the weird grain tea they serve with everything. I love how on occasion you get a side of sweet potato with your coffee. I love the landscapes; from the wild rocky beaches of Yakushima, to the red and gold sponged Alps, to the bleak, wild seascapes of the north. I love how even the busiest parts of the most frantic cities are still somehow quiet. I love how peaceful I feel there.

So here are my favourite spots and recommendations. I’ve made a moodAway board for each of the five areas I visited. They’re like epostcards, which you can flip over to read more about the subject, and to find out where each specific photo was taken. You can then share them on social media, or embed them like I have done. They’re kind of neat, right?

Some of the photographs I’ve used, particularly the food ones, were taken by Kateline and nabbed off her Facebook. She’s a pretty amazing cook (“does anyone fancy some churros? I could just make some” Seriously.) and shares photos of her cooking and London eating out on Instagram. Follow her.

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Feb. 1st, 2016, 5:01 am
document.addEventListener(“DOMContentLoaded”, function() { var rotated = false; var randomId; var websiteURL; var moodAway; var moodsEmbedInfo = document.getElementsByClassName(‘mood-embed-data’); var content = { init :function (){ var initialPhoto = JSON.parse(document.getElementsByClassName(‘mood-embed-photos-‘+randomId)[0].getAttribute(‘value’)); var mapUrl = document.getElementById(‘mood-embed-back-photos-map-‘+randomId); var mapLocation = document.getElementById(‘mood-embed-back-photos-location-‘+randomId); var currentPhoto = document.getElementById(‘mood-embed-back-photos-current-‘+randomId); var captionContent = document.getElementById(‘mood-embed-back-description-title-‘+randomId); var captionFooterContent = document.getElementById(‘mood-embed-footer-caption-‘+randomId); var descriptionContent = document.getElementById(‘mood-embed-back-description-content-‘+randomId); var countriesContent = document.getElementById(‘mood-embed-footer-countries-‘+randomId); var userNameContent = document.getElementById(‘mood-embed-footer-username-‘+randomId); 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}); document.getElementById('mood-embed-back-photos-current-'+randomId).onclick = (function(){ var data = JSON.parse(document.getElementById('mood-embed-back-photos-current-'+randomId).getAttribute('value')); window.open(websiteURL+'/destination/' + data.id,'_blank'); }); document.getElementById('mood-embed-user-picture-'+randomId).onclick = (function(){ window.open(websiteURL+ '/profile/'+ moodAway.user.id,'_blank'); }); document.getElementById('mood-embed-footer-caption-'+randomId).onclick = (function(){ window.open(websiteURL+'/moodaway/'+moodAway.id+'/related','_blank'); }); var photos = document.getElementsByClassName('mood-embed-photos-'+randomId); for (var h=0; h < photos.length; h++) { photos[h].onclick = (function(f){ return function(){ currentImg.set(f); }; })(photos[h]); } var currentImg = { set: function(photo) { var photoObject = JSON.parse(photo.getAttribute('value')); var currentPhoto = document.getElementById('mood-embed-back-photos-current-' + randomId); var mapUrl = document.getElementById('mood-embed-back-photos-map-' + randomId); 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document.addEventListener(“DOMContentLoaded”, function() { var rotated = false; var randomId; var websiteURL; var moodAway; var moodsEmbedInfo = document.getElementsByClassName(‘mood-embed-data’); var content = { init :function (){ var initialPhoto = JSON.parse(document.getElementsByClassName(‘mood-embed-photos-‘+randomId)[0].getAttribute(‘value’)); var mapUrl = document.getElementById(‘mood-embed-back-photos-map-‘+randomId); var mapLocation = document.getElementById(‘mood-embed-back-photos-location-‘+randomId); var currentPhoto = document.getElementById(‘mood-embed-back-photos-current-‘+randomId); var captionContent = document.getElementById(‘mood-embed-back-description-title-‘+randomId); var captionFooterContent = document.getElementById(‘mood-embed-footer-caption-‘+randomId); var descriptionContent = document.getElementById(‘mood-embed-back-description-content-‘+randomId); var countriesContent = document.getElementById(‘mood-embed-footer-countries-‘+randomId); var userNameContent = document.getElementById(‘mood-embed-footer-username-‘+randomId); captionContent.innerHTML = unescape(moodAway.captionEscape); captionFooterContent.innerHTML = unescape(moodAway.captionEscape); descriptionContent.innerHTML = unescape(moodAway.description); userNameContent.innerHTML = moodAway.user.username; mapLocation.innerHTML = unescape(initialPhoto.location); countriesContent.innerHTML = unescape(moodAway.photocountries.strEscape.join(“, “)); mapUrl.setAttribute(‘value’,document.getElementsByClassName(‘mood-embed-photos-‘+randomId)[0].getAttribute(‘value’)); currentPhoto.setAttribute(‘value’,document.getElementsByClassName(‘mood-embed-photos-‘+randomId)[0].getAttribute(‘value’)); } } for (var z=0; z 0) { for (var j = 0; j < childrens.length; j++) { if (childrens[j].nodeName == 'P') { if (childrens[j].hasChildNodes()) { if (childrens[j].innerHTML.substring(0, 4) == '<!–') { elementChild.removeChild(childrens[j]); } else { nodes.recurse(childrens[j]); } } else { elementChild.removeChild(childrens[j]); } } else { nodes.recurse(childrens[j]); } } } } } for(var i=0; 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}); document.getElementById('mood-embed-back-photos-current-'+randomId).onclick = (function(){ var data = JSON.parse(document.getElementById('mood-embed-back-photos-current-'+randomId).getAttribute('value')); window.open(websiteURL+'/destination/' + data.id,'_blank'); }); document.getElementById('mood-embed-user-picture-'+randomId).onclick = (function(){ window.open(websiteURL+ '/profile/'+ moodAway.user.id,'_blank'); }); document.getElementById('mood-embed-footer-caption-'+randomId).onclick = (function(){ window.open(websiteURL+'/moodaway/'+moodAway.id+'/related','_blank'); }); var photos = document.getElementsByClassName('mood-embed-photos-'+randomId); for (var h=0; h < photos.length; h++) { photos[h].onclick = (function(f){ return function(){ currentImg.set(f); }; })(photos[h]); } var currentImg = { set: function(photo) { var photoObject = JSON.parse(photo.getAttribute('value')); var currentPhoto = document.getElementById('mood-embed-back-photos-current-' + randomId); var mapUrl = document.getElementById('mood-embed-back-photos-map-' + randomId); var currentPhotoLocationUrl = document.getElementById('mood-embed-back-photos-location-url-' + randomId); var currentPhotoLocation = document.getElementById('mood-embed-back-photos-location-' + randomId); currentPhoto.style.backgroundImage = 'url(' + photoObject.img_url + ')'; currentPhoto.style.backgroundSize = "cover"; currentPhotoLocation.innerHTML = unescape(photoObject.location); currentPhotoLocationUrl.href = websiteURL + '/destination/' + photoObject.id; mapUrl.setAttribute('value', photo.getAttribute('value')); currentPhoto.setAttribute('value', photo.getAttribute('value')); } } }); .mood-embed-label-823A5E7554FA { -webkit-transition: all 0.4s; transition: all 0.4s; box-shadow: 9px 4px 8px 0px rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.2); position: absolute; z-index: 10; left: 628px; top: 20px; color: #fff; width: 31px; height: 55px; line-height: 55px; text-align: center; background: #F37722; cursor: pointer; border-top: #fff solid 2px; border-bottom: #fff solid 2px; border-left: #fff solid 2px; border-top-left-radius: 10px; 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document.addEventListener(“DOMContentLoaded”, function() { var rotated = false; var randomId; var websiteURL; var moodAway; var moodsEmbedInfo = document.getElementsByClassName(‘mood-embed-data’); var content = { init :function (){ var initialPhoto = JSON.parse(document.getElementsByClassName(‘mood-embed-photos-‘+randomId)[0].getAttribute(‘value’)); var mapUrl = document.getElementById(‘mood-embed-back-photos-map-‘+randomId); var mapLocation = document.getElementById(‘mood-embed-back-photos-location-‘+randomId); var currentPhoto = document.getElementById(‘mood-embed-back-photos-current-‘+randomId); var captionContent = document.getElementById(‘mood-embed-back-description-title-‘+randomId); var captionFooterContent = document.getElementById(‘mood-embed-footer-caption-‘+randomId); var descriptionContent = document.getElementById(‘mood-embed-back-description-content-‘+randomId); var countriesContent = document.getElementById(‘mood-embed-footer-countries-‘+randomId); var userNameContent = document.getElementById(‘mood-embed-footer-username-‘+randomId); captionContent.innerHTML = unescape(moodAway.captionEscape); captionFooterContent.innerHTML = unescape(moodAway.captionEscape); descriptionContent.innerHTML = unescape(moodAway.description); userNameContent.innerHTML = moodAway.user.username; mapLocation.innerHTML = unescape(initialPhoto.location); countriesContent.innerHTML = unescape(moodAway.photocountries.strEscape.join(“, “)); mapUrl.setAttribute(‘value’,document.getElementsByClassName(‘mood-embed-photos-‘+randomId)[0].getAttribute(‘value’)); currentPhoto.setAttribute(‘value’,document.getElementsByClassName(‘mood-embed-photos-‘+randomId)[0].getAttribute(‘value’)); } } for (var z=0; z 0) { for (var j = 0; j < childrens.length; j++) { if (childrens[j].nodeName == 'P') { if (childrens[j].hasChildNodes()) { if (childrens[j].innerHTML.substring(0, 4) == '<!–') { elementChild.removeChild(childrens[j]); } else { nodes.recurse(childrens[j]); } } else { elementChild.removeChild(childrens[j]); } } else { nodes.recurse(childrens[j]); } } } } } for(var i=0; i<t.length; i++) { if (t[i].nodeName == 'DIV') { if(t[i].hasChildNodes()){ nodes.recurse(t[i]); } } else if (t[i].nodeName == 'P'){ element.removeChild(t[i]); } } document.getElementById('mood-embed-label-'+randomId).onclick = function() { var div = document.getElementById('mood-embed-flipper-'+randomId); var flipButton = document.getElementById('mood-embed-label-'+randomId); if(!rotated) { div.style.webkitTransform = 'rotateY(180deg)'; div.style.mozTransform = 'rotateY(180deg)'; div.style.msTransform = 'rotateY(180deg)'; div.style.oTransform = 'rotateY(180deg)'; div.style.transform = 'rotateY(180deg)'; flipButton.style.background = "#111111"; rotated = !rotated; } else { div.removeAttribute("style"); flipButton.style.background = "#F37722"; rotated = false; } } document.getElementById('mood-embed-back-photos-map-'+randomId).onclick = (function(){ var data = JSON.parse(document.getElementById('mood-embed-back-photos-map-'+randomId).getAttribute('value')); window.open('http://www.google.com/maps/place/'+ unescape(data.location) + '/@' + data.latlong.coordinates[1] + ',' + data.latlong.coordinates[0]+',13z','_blank'); }); document.getElementById('mood-embed-back-photos-current-'+randomId).onclick = (function(){ var data = JSON.parse(document.getElementById('mood-embed-back-photos-current-'+randomId).getAttribute('value')); window.open(websiteURL+'/destination/' + data.id,'_blank'); }); document.getElementById('mood-embed-user-picture-'+randomId).onclick = (function(){ window.open(websiteURL+ '/profile/'+ moodAway.user.id,'_blank'); }); document.getElementById('mood-embed-footer-caption-'+randomId).onclick = (function(){ window.open(websiteURL+'/moodaway/'+moodAway.id+'/related','_blank'); }); var photos = document.getElementsByClassName('mood-embed-photos-'+randomId); for (var h=0; h < photos.length; h++) { photos[h].onclick = (function(f){ return function(){ currentImg.set(f); }; })(photos[h]); } var currentImg = { set: function(photo) { var photoObject = JSON.parse(photo.getAttribute('value')); var currentPhoto = document.getElementById('mood-embed-back-photos-current-' + randomId); var mapUrl = document.getElementById('mood-embed-back-photos-map-' + randomId); var currentPhotoLocationUrl = document.getElementById('mood-embed-back-photos-location-url-' + randomId); var currentPhotoLocation = document.getElementById('mood-embed-back-photos-location-' + randomId); currentPhoto.style.backgroundImage = 'url(' + photoObject.img_url + ')'; currentPhoto.style.backgroundSize = "cover"; currentPhotoLocation.innerHTML = unescape(photoObject.location); currentPhotoLocationUrl.href = websiteURL + '/destination/' + photoObject.id; mapUrl.setAttribute('value', photo.getAttribute('value')); currentPhoto.setAttribute('value', photo.getAttribute('value')); } } }); .mood-embed-label-0A6E425799F4 { -webkit-transition: all 0.4s; transition: all 0.4s; box-shadow: 9px 4px 8px 0px rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.2); position: absolute; z-index: 10; left: 628px; top: 20px; color: #fff; width: 31px; height: 55px; line-height: 55px; text-align: center; background: #F37722; cursor: pointer; border-top: #fff solid 2px; border-bottom: #fff solid 2px; border-left: #fff solid 2px; border-top-left-radius: 10px; 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} #mood-embed-back-photos-panel-0A6E425799F4 ul { float: right; margin: 5px 0px 10px 0px; padding: 0px; cursor: pointer; } #mood-embed-back-photos-panel-0A6E425799F4 li { display: inline-block; width: 47px; height: 51px; border: 3px solid #d5d5d5; background-size: cover!important; transition: all .4s; float: right; margin: 1px; } #mood-embed-back-photos-panel-0A6E425799F4 li:nth-child(5n+1){ margin-right: 0; } #mood-embed-back-photos-panel-0A6E425799F4 li:hover { border: 3px solid #F37722; opacity: 1; background-color: rgba(243,116,34,0.4) !important; } #mood-embed-back-footer-0A6E425799F4 { width: 100%; float: right; height: 130px; position: relative; } #mood-embed-back-footer-0A6E425799F4 img { margin-top: 20px; } #mood-embed-back-description-tags-0A6E425799F4 ul { padding: 0px; } #mood-embed-back-description-tags-0A6E425799F4 li { display: inline-block; color: #f37422; padding: 0 3px; } #mood-embed-back-description-tags-0A6E425799F4 a { color: #f37422; text-decoration: none; box-shadow: none; 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document.addEventListener(“DOMContentLoaded”, function() { var rotated = false; var randomId; var websiteURL; var moodAway; var moodsEmbedInfo = document.getElementsByClassName(‘mood-embed-data’); var content = { init :function (){ var initialPhoto = JSON.parse(document.getElementsByClassName(‘mood-embed-photos-‘+randomId)[0].getAttribute(‘value’)); var mapUrl = document.getElementById(‘mood-embed-back-photos-map-‘+randomId); var mapLocation = document.getElementById(‘mood-embed-back-photos-location-‘+randomId); var currentPhoto = document.getElementById(‘mood-embed-back-photos-current-‘+randomId); var captionContent = document.getElementById(‘mood-embed-back-description-title-‘+randomId); var captionFooterContent = document.getElementById(‘mood-embed-footer-caption-‘+randomId); var descriptionContent = document.getElementById(‘mood-embed-back-description-content-‘+randomId); var countriesContent = document.getElementById(‘mood-embed-footer-countries-‘+randomId); var userNameContent = document.getElementById(‘mood-embed-footer-username-‘+randomId); captionContent.innerHTML = unescape(moodAway.captionEscape); captionFooterContent.innerHTML = unescape(moodAway.captionEscape); descriptionContent.innerHTML = unescape(moodAway.description); userNameContent.innerHTML = moodAway.user.username; mapLocation.innerHTML = unescape(initialPhoto.location); countriesContent.innerHTML = unescape(moodAway.photocountries.strEscape.join(“, “)); mapUrl.setAttribute(‘value’,document.getElementsByClassName(‘mood-embed-photos-‘+randomId)[0].getAttribute(‘value’)); currentPhoto.setAttribute(‘value’,document.getElementsByClassName(‘mood-embed-photos-‘+randomId)[0].getAttribute(‘value’)); } } for (var z=0; z 0) { for (var j = 0; j < childrens.length; j++) { if (childrens[j].nodeName == 'P') { if (childrens[j].hasChildNodes()) { if (childrens[j].innerHTML.substring(0, 4) == '<!–') { elementChild.removeChild(childrens[j]); } else { nodes.recurse(childrens[j]); } } else { elementChild.removeChild(childrens[j]); } } else { nodes.recurse(childrens[j]); } } } } } for(var i=0; i<t.length; i++) { if (t[i].nodeName == 'DIV') { if(t[i].hasChildNodes()){ nodes.recurse(t[i]); } } else if (t[i].nodeName == 'P'){ element.removeChild(t[i]); } } document.getElementById('mood-embed-label-'+randomId).onclick = function() { var div = document.getElementById('mood-embed-flipper-'+randomId); var flipButton = document.getElementById('mood-embed-label-'+randomId); if(!rotated) { div.style.webkitTransform = 'rotateY(180deg)'; div.style.mozTransform = 'rotateY(180deg)'; div.style.msTransform = 'rotateY(180deg)'; div.style.oTransform = 'rotateY(180deg)'; div.style.transform = 'rotateY(180deg)'; flipButton.style.background = "#111111"; rotated = !rotated; } else { div.removeAttribute("style"); flipButton.style.background = "#F37722"; rotated = false; } } document.getElementById('mood-embed-back-photos-map-'+randomId).onclick = (function(){ var data = JSON.parse(document.getElementById('mood-embed-back-photos-map-'+randomId).getAttribute('value')); window.open('http://www.google.com/maps/place/'+ unescape(data.location) + '/@' + data.latlong.coordinates[1] + ',' + data.latlong.coordinates[0]+',13z','_blank'); }); document.getElementById('mood-embed-back-photos-current-'+randomId).onclick = (function(){ var data = JSON.parse(document.getElementById('mood-embed-back-photos-current-'+randomId).getAttribute('value')); window.open(websiteURL+'/destination/' + data.id,'_blank'); }); document.getElementById('mood-embed-user-picture-'+randomId).onclick = (function(){ window.open(websiteURL+ '/profile/'+ moodAway.user.id,'_blank'); }); document.getElementById('mood-embed-footer-caption-'+randomId).onclick = (function(){ window.open(websiteURL+'/moodaway/'+moodAway.id+'/related','_blank'); }); var photos = document.getElementsByClassName('mood-embed-photos-'+randomId); for (var h=0; h < photos.length; h++) { photos[h].onclick = (function(f){ return function(){ currentImg.set(f); }; })(photos[h]); } var currentImg = { set: function(photo) { var photoObject = JSON.parse(photo.getAttribute('value')); var currentPhoto = document.getElementById('mood-embed-back-photos-current-' + randomId); var mapUrl = document.getElementById('mood-embed-back-photos-map-' + randomId); var currentPhotoLocationUrl = document.getElementById('mood-embed-back-photos-location-url-' + randomId); var currentPhotoLocation = document.getElementById('mood-embed-back-photos-location-' + randomId); currentPhoto.style.backgroundImage = 'url(' + photoObject.img_url + ')'; currentPhoto.style.backgroundSize = "cover"; currentPhotoLocation.innerHTML = unescape(photoObject.location); currentPhotoLocationUrl.href = websiteURL + '/destination/' + photoObject.id; mapUrl.setAttribute('value', photo.getAttribute('value')); currentPhoto.setAttribute('value', photo.getAttribute('value')); } } }); .mood-embed-label-A874662EDA47 { -webkit-transition: all 0.4s; transition: all 0.4s; box-shadow: 9px 4px 8px 0px rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.2); position: absolute; z-index: 10; left: 628px; top: 20px; color: #fff; width: 31px; height: 55px; line-height: 55px; text-align: center; background: #F37722; cursor: pointer; border-top: #fff solid 2px; border-bottom: #fff solid 2px; border-left: #fff solid 2px; border-top-left-radius: 10px; border-bottom-left-radius: 10px; font-family: Muli, sans-serif; font-size: 60%; } #mood-embed-main-A874662EDA47 { position: relative; float:left; height: auto; box-sizing: inherit; -webkit-box-sizing: inherit; -moz-box-sizing: inherit; } .mood-embed-label-A874662EDA47::before { content: “FLIP”; font-weight: bold; } #mood-embed-flip-container-A874662EDA47 { -webkit-perspective: 1000; -moz-perspective: 1000; -o-perspective: 1000; perspective: 1000; position: relative; border: 4px solid #f5f5f2; box-sizing: border-box; height: auto; margin: 0 4px 4px 0; padding: 4px; font-size: 12px; line-height: 1.4; font-family: Muli, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif; -webkit-box-sizing: initial; -moz-box-sizing: initial; box-sizing: initial; } #mood-embed-flip-container-A874662EDA47.hover #mood-embed-flipper-A874662EDA47, #mood-embed-flip-container-A874662EDA47.hover #mood-embed-flipper-A874662EDA47 { -webkit-transform: rotateY(180deg); -moz-transform: rotateY(180deg); -o-transform: rotateY(180deg); transform: rotateY(180deg); 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Quiet by Susan Cain and becoming comfortable being an introvert

A few years ago I made a decision: to stop pretending I enjoyed “nights out” and to just not go on them.

I was 27 at the time, and quite frankly bored of being in nightclubs at 2am, wishing I was at home, tucked up in bed. It’s not that I was going out clubbing all that often, I’d become pretty good at making up excuses to avoid having to do so, but every so often I’d get talked into it, and I’d be reminded all over again just how much I hate it.

Yet for the 10 years or so previously I’d gone along with the notion that nights out are fun, something to get excited about and look forward to, even though I’ve pretty much always dreaded them. I even went through a phrase at university where I cried pretty much before every single night out, not just because I didn’t want to go, but because I couldn’t understand why I didn’t enjoy them. I thought there was something wrong with me, a malfunction in my wiring, a missing of the “fun” gene. That I was messed up because I didn’t enjoy what so many other people did, or at least seemed to.

For as long as I can remember nights out for me have always followed the same pattern. I start off on a high, all dirty jokes and a loud cackle. I’m full of energy, chatting to everyone and (genuinely) having fun. But then after a few hours one of two things happen: either, if I’m drinking, I get very emotional and start crying, or, if I’m not, I get tired, bored and a bit pissed off. Neither is great for me, or the people I’m with.

I still remember the first night I said “no”. Not “no, because”, just “no”. My flatmates got ready and headed out. I ran a bath, lit some candles and listened to an adaptation of Pride and Prejudice on Radio 4. I was asleep by 10.30pm. The next morning, with no sore head to contend with, I got up early and took myself off down to Druid Street for a coffee, a St John’s Bakery doughnut and a walk along the South Bank in the sunshine. I don’t think I stopped smiling all day.

And it was this that was the real clincher for me: not only was I not enjoying the nights out themselves, but I was also ruining the whole next day for myself as well. By subscribing to someone else’s definition of what a good time was, I was denying myself an actual good time. Which is just silly.

Yet it wasn’t until I read Quiet: The Power of Introverts in a World That Can’t Stop Talkinglast summer that I finally understood fully why all this was: I’m an introvert. A really big fat one.

This might come as a bit of a surprise for those that know me, but don’t really know me. Quite a few people have described me as extroverted over the years, and because for so long I had zero clue about who I actually was, I clung on to other people’s definitions of me and took them as truth (more on this soon).

I am social. And outgoing. And on occasion quite loud and gregarious. I’m not shy, and I enjoy meeting and chatting to new people. But none of this makes me an extrovert. Introversion and extroversion is simply about where you get your energy from. As an introvert I get mine from being alone, and get drained being around people. Extroverts get their’s from other people and find being on their own tiring.

Reading about this in Quiet, it was suddenly so obvious what was happening on nights out: I start off with lots of energy but it dissipates as the night goes on, whereas my extrovert friends are feeding off everyone and their energy is increasing. It’s why I’ve never been able to last past midnight (fine, 11pm. Ok, alright 10.30pm if you’re lucky). I also realised that the reason I run out of energy quicker than some other introverts is that I use so much of it up at the beginning of the night by being so overly gregarious.

And it wasn’t just how I felt on nights out that clicked into place. It was everything. Why I was so happy last year spending so much time on my own. Why I’ve always hated big groups of people, particularly when I have to mingle, and much prefer spending time one-on-one with people. Why I hate flitting between conversations, and find “banter” tiring after a while, but love proper in-depth conversations about feelings, and life, and the big stuff. Why I’ve always found weekends away in groups difficult, and why I get tired travelling with people, even just one or two, because I’m around them 24/7 and don’t have a chance to recharge.

And I can’t tell you what a relief finding this all out was! Even though I’d come to terms with the fact that I just didn’t like going out, I still beat myself up about it occasionally, wondering if it was somehow wrong of me to do so. Introversion and extroversion are described as the central axis of personality. It is fundamental to who we are, and although we can learn to be more comfortable in different situations, we can’t change where we fall on the scale. We just can’t.

I just wish I had found out about this when I was younger, that someone had explained there wasn’t a fault in my wiring, that I was just an introvert. And that that is absolutely fine.

Cover photo is of the hills around Sapa, northern Vietnam. I have no photographs of myself. Please remind me to take some. 

Japanese onsens and British nakedness

When was the last time you saw someone naked in a non-sexual way (excluding your partner)? Include images in magazines, on TV shows and in movies. You can’t remember can you? And a few months ago I wouldn’t have been able to remember either. Then I went to Japan, and used the onsens.

(By the way, I’m using “onsen” here as shorthand for both proper onsens (naturally heated water pools, either in or outside) and Japanese style public baths, which are manually heated.)

I remember talking to my friend Tom about them a few years ago, when he had just returned from three years of living in Japan.

“But you’re naked?”

“Yup”

“Entirely?”

“Yup”

“With your friends? In a bath?”

“Yup, yup”

“Boys and girls?”

“Some are both, most are single sex”

“That’s weird.”

I have to admit the idea freaked me out somewhat, especially the “with friends” part. It’s the sort of thing that I’d feel so much more comfortable doing on my own, with women I never had to look in the eye again, but my friend Kateline was joining me in Japan for the first two weeks. She messaged a month or so beforehand saying how much she was looking forward to the onsens. I replied:

“You know we have to be naked right?”

“Really? I’m sure there are bikini ones”

“Nope. There really aren’t”

“Oh well.”

I did not grow up in a naked family. I remember once accidentally ending up on the nudie end of a beach in North Norfolk with my family, and us all being rather startled to see a naked man rising out of the sand dunes. My dad hastily told us all (my mum included) to “cover your eyes, girls”.

At boarding school, where I shared a room with two other girls, I developed an effective but very clumsy technique of putting my bra on over my towel to hold it up while I then put my knickers and tights on underneath. The thought of flashing either of the other girls was enough to bring me out in a cold sweat.

Yet just a few days into our time in Japan, Kateline and I were asking each other every morning “where and when shall we onsen today?”. Being naked was our favourite part of the day, and a day without being so never felt quite right.

I really loved the whole ritual surrounding onsens, and how it didn’t matter where you went, the rules and etiquette were pretty much always the same. You enter into a changing room, strip naked and leave all your clothes and belongings in a basket or locker. You take just a small, rectangular towel with you into the bathing area, and, if it isn’t a fancy one, then your own shampoo, conditioner and soap. There are rows of taps, and sometimes shower heads, along a wall, with small stools in front of them. You take a seat and wash yourself, before getting into the communal pool (there is often more than one, sometimes with different temperatures or made out of different materials – I always loved the cedar wood tubs!). There are sometimes saunas, but you must remember to wash yourself again after using them before getting back into the pools. The whole ritual is based around the idea that the water baths must be kept as clean as possible (More on onsen étiquette)

And it is a really lovely way to spend an hour or two. You’re not meant to talk in the bathing area so it is restful and soothing, and quite meditative as well. It’s about taking care of yourself, and getting as clean as is humanly possible. It’s also something of a communal activity for the Japanese, with groups of friends or families all going at the same time. I met quite a few kids who said how much they love onsens, and look forward to their weekly family trip.

One of my highlights of my entire trip was the afternoon I spent at an onsen just outside Takayama with three much older Japanese women who were staying at my guesthouse, and had invited me to join them. At one point we were sat in the outside section, overlooking the rain drenched valley, each on a little stone plinth underneath a Utase Yu (waterfall shower for massaging your shoulders), naked, obviously. It was surreal, but one of my sharpest, and dearest memories of my whole trip.

Having said all that, I’m not going to lie – the first few minutes of being naked with Kateline were a little awkward, and I’m fairly certain my cheeks turned the same colour as my nipples. But we were both very surprised by how quickly it became normal. And I guess that’s the thing, it’s just not something we Brits are used to.

It made me think how different our attitudes to nakedness and cleaning ourselves, are in the UK as opposed to Japan. The only images of naked bodies we regularly see are very sexualised ones, whether on page 3 or the like, or during sex scenes in movies or on TV. Women (and men, although perhaps to a lesser extent) are only naked in the UK for the purpose of providing pleasure for other people. Our bodies are for other people to look at and enjoy; not for ourselves.

Washing is also very much a private activity in the UK. In much of South East Asia people wash outside, in rivers, streams, or on the shores of lakes, the women covering themselves with sarongs and carefully washing underneath. While this is mostly born of necessity, not everyone has an indoor bathroom, I often saw groups of women washing themselves together and clearly taking great pleasure in doing so.

And I think this is something that is detriment to the UK and our attitudes towards our bodies and sex. If the only naked bodies a young girl, on indeed any woman, sees on a regular basis are porn stars with no pubic hair, actresses with personal trainers and dieticians, and models whose tiny limbs have been photoshopped even thinner than they actually are, all actively being sexual, then I don’t think we can be surprised when she has a warped impression of what her body ‘should’ look like, and the belief that her body is not, primarily, for herself.

What I found so refreshing about Japanese onsens (other than the cold water pools, obviously) was that they normalise nakedness and display normal bodies naked. Being presented with such a cross-section of naked female bodies, made me realise how underexposed I am to “normal” women’s bodies, other than my own of course. The only place I could think of in the UK where you get that (gym changing rooms do not count in my opinion – far too posey) is the Kenwood Ladies’ Pond on Hampstead Heath. One of my favourite places in London, it is often on a warm summer’s evening surrounded by topless women enjoying the last rays of sunshine.

And not wanting to perpetuate the stereotype of awkward, uncomfortable Brits, I quickly stopped attempting to hide my bits with the tiny towel, and just embraced the nakedness!

Maybe the UK needs a few onsens.

Apologies for the lack of photos in the this post. Cameras are banned in all onsens for obvious reasons! The cover image is of a natural onsen (the water in that round pool is hot!) on Yakashima, an island off the southern tip of Japan. We were taken there on a fantastic Yes Yakushima tour. 

Hello, it’s me…

(Sorry, I couldn’t resist that title)

So, how are things with you? It’s been a while hasn’t it? So sorry. My bad.

Yet before I resume my usual erratic blogging programme (FYI I have officially given up on ever being the kind of blogger who has, let along sticks to, an ‘editorial calendar’) I just wanted to explain a little about why I took a break from writing on here. Especially as it was mid-trip and I was definitely not short of material!

I’m finding it very hard to write this blog post, mainly I think because in doing so I’m hovering over that big, wide, slip-sided ‘finding yourself’ cliche trap, but this is the sort of writing that I want to do more of on here so I’m going to give it a go. Please bear with me.

The reason I took a break from blogging was because my trip last year was never simply about seeing the world. It was, as I think travel is for so many people, about giving myself the time and space to figure some shit out. Quite a lot of shit, to be honest. Big steaming piles of the stuff.

When I think back to how I was before leaving the UK in February there are two images which pop-up inside my head. The first is that of someone wearing the wrong clothes. That is how I felt about my life. From the outside maybe it looked like I had a good one – sharing a flat in London, plenty of friends to go for dinner and drinks with, and the start of a good career, working at a literary agency. But I was miserable and frustrated, mainly because I felt like I was living a life that I had been randomly allotted rather than one I’d actively gone after, and built for myself.

The second image which pops up is that of a brain full of the voices of other people. In Bird by Bird: Instructions on Writing and Life by Anne Lamott (the best book I’ve ever read on writing, creativity and life. I can’t recommend it highly enough) she talks about how we are all, at birth, given “an emotional acre all our own”. And, as long as you don’t hurt anyone you can do with it what you wish. She says that there is a fence around it, and a gate and if people keep coming onto your land you can ask them to leave. My gate was broken, and stuck wide open. I didn’t even know what my pasture looked like because it was so trampled on by other people’s feet, let alone have the opportunity to actually grow and cultivate something there.

So last year for me was about getting everyone else off my bloody grass, and taking off my ill-fitting clothes so that I could start to dress myself again from scratch.

Oh dear, I really have fallen down that trap with those metaphors haven’t I?! Oh well, I’m here now. May as well stick it out.

It was why I knew I had to do the majority of the trip solo, so that the only voice around me was my own.

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Jumping as the sun came up over Mount Batur in Bali

But as I went about shooing people away and peeling off clothes, I realised there was something from my past life that I was still carrying around with me: This blog.

However particular to me this might seem, I think it is probably similar to something other travellers struggle with and something that is symptomatic of travelling in 2016, around a world covered by the internet. You might be able to physically leave behind your friends and family, and be a new person around those you’ve just met, but your old self still follows you digitally. And it’s hard to shake off.

I found this tricky because I’d defined my trip in a certain way, and said I had certain aspirations for it, on here. I felt like I’d presumptively set things in stone, and as I went about unravelling everything I felt increasingly unsure about what I’d said. And it wasn’t even that I knew I definitely didn’t want to be a travel writer, or take this blog further, it was that I wanted to take away the assumption that I did. I’d made those statements as a very different person and wanted what I ended up doing to come from who I was now, not from who I was then.

The turning point I think for me, and it came around the same time as I stopped blogging, was deciding not to go to TBEX but to come back to Bali for another month instead. It was me deciding to prioritise sorting my head out, over pursuing an ambition I was no longer sure was really my own.

With Sean at Sixty Stone Mountain in Taiwan

With Sean at Sixty Stone Mountain in Taiwan

There was also the fact that I label myself as a Londoner on here, and as the trip went on I missed the city less and less, and gradually realised just how bad it had actually been for me. While it might seem to you that it’s just the name of my blog, and not anything to get worked up about, it was also a label I’d used to define myself for quite a while, and while I was trying to work out exactly what it is that I am, I didn’t want an old label hanging around my neck. Oddly enough, it’s taken me returning there for a short time and having it confirm my belief that no, I’m definitely not a Londoner anymore (more on this soon), that’s made me comfortable writing on here again. It is, after all, just a name.

And finally, I just needed to write for myself for a while. I was writing very much with an audience in mind, and while I might have been thinking a lot of this stuff at the time, I was too scared of writing about it on here because of what you might think. And that meant that I wasn’t writing about it at all. By taking away the pressure to publish I let myself just write, and those pages and pages of fragmented, very rough thoughts are part of what eventually cleared all the rubbish out of my brain (well, most of it anyway). And what has now given me the courage to publish this sort of stuff on here.

Towards the end of last year I played around with the idea of setting up a brand new blog, and starting afresh, with no labels or expectations. But I eventually decided that I didn’t want to whitewash my past, and that while I’ve never been proud of this blog as a whole there are actually some pieces on here that I am pleased with. And as fragmented, messy and stitched together as it might be, this blog is a sort of chronicle of my “journey” (I retched as well, don’t worry), and I like that.

I’ve always enjoyed looking at the my favourite bloggers’ older posts and seeing how they’ve changed and grown. And despite the messiness of it all there is perhaps a thin thread through it – that of my following different kinds of hunger. From food in London, to new experiences, faces and views as I travelled around last year, and now to a slightly less identifiable but still very gnawing kind: that of wanting to understand myself and my place in the world.

I’m now back in Bali, and will be here until June, working on quite a few different projects, most of which involve some sort of writing, and slowly beginning to piece together and build a life for myself that feels right. And I want to write about all of that on here, along with some of my best stories and highlights from the last few months of my trip. I’ll probably be taking quite a few tumbles into the ‘finding yourself’ trap, but perhaps that isn’t such a bad thing, after all.

 

Hoi An: Where to stay, where to eat, and lots of pretty pictures

Hoi An is pretty. Really very pretty.

It’s a small town, chock-full of charm and the complete opposite to sprawling, brash Ho Chi Minh. It’s the kind of town you could easily end up spending far more time in than you had originally planned; your days nibbled away at by bike rides to the beach and back, afternoons spent with a book and a slice of (chocolate beetroot) cake, and evening strolls along the river. Bikes, both pedal and motor, vastly outnumber four-wheeled vehicles, and women in conical hats crouch in the street beside baskets of fresh fruit and buckets filled with ice and perspiring cans of soft drinks. The river bank is lined with bushy palm trees, and brightly painted little boats float on the water. The wet market is as bustling as any other in the country, and once the sun begins to gain strength it fills passing nostrils with the stink of sweating meat and fermenting fish. Chinese lanterns hang from trees and across streets like Christmas baubles, making it feel like a place of constant festivity.

Hoi An

Yet Hoi An reminded me, somewhat unexpectedly, of Provence in France and childhood summer holidays with my family there. I think this was mainly down to the colours: mustard yellow, powdery blue and lavender lilac, all lightly faded as if pulled through the washing machine one too many times. Then there were the bright pink flowers falling over the sides of buildings, the flakes of pastry left on your lips after an indulgent patisserie, and the strips of light on wooden floors from slatted shutters. Bonjour!

Hoi An

Hoi An was an important administrative centre under French rule, which explains much of this, yet they are not the only nationality to have left their mark on the town. From the 15th to the 19th centuries it was an important South East Asian port, and ships from all the world pulled into its harbour to trade. The footprints of the Japanese and the Chinese are perhaps the deepest: Japanese merchant houses still stand tall among the French colonial buildings, and there are several Chinese clan houses – the social and spiritual homes of each Chinese community which made Hoi An their home. It is also one of the few towns in central Vietnam to have escaped destruction during the American-Vietnam war thanks to an agreement made on both sides to protect its historically significant buildings. It is now an UNESCO heritage site.

Hoi An

This is a fiercely distilled history of a town with a very long and interesting past, but I have to admit to being a very lazy traveller during my stay there. With a free bike from my home-stay I once again took up the noble past-time of pootling. I purchased an ‘Old Town’ ticket (120,000 VDN for five sites of your choice) yet rather than carefully research and plan which ones to visit, I popped into those I passed which caught my eye. I drank a lot of coffee (see map below), read several books, and spent most of my time slowly pedalling my way around the town’s thin streets, something which was perhaps not quite as relaxing as it sounds due to the packs of tourists more interested in their cameras and their parasols than their personal safety.

Hoi An

It reminded me very much of Luang Prabang in Laos another town that is, quite frankly, overrun with tourists, yet has somehow managed to hold on tightly to its charms and attractions. It is in no way the “real” Vietnam, but there are enough signs of local life being led to prevent it feeling like a film set.

Hoi An

And in the evenings, when the sharp, sleek sun of the day had turned into a soft, warm blanket covering everything in a golden sheen, and I pedalled down the path along the river, looking forward to another excellent banh mi for supper there were very few places I would rather have been. Even, perhaps, actual Provence.

Hoi An

Where to stay: Camellia Homestay

I stepped off the train from Ho Chi Minh after 19 hours in a cramped compartment and barely any sleep, disorientated and grumpy. I was met by a lovely young girl and a driver. Once in the car the girls asked me if I was hungry? I was just a bit. She called her mum, and 45 minutes later when I arrived at the guesthouse there was a plate of cau lao – a Hoi An speciality of roast pork, Japanese style noodles a little, thick broth – waiting for me. I don’t think I’ve ever been more grateful to anyone!

And this was just the beginning of their kindness. They cooked dinner for all the guests one night, and refused to let us pay or even help wash up, and every time I arrived back at my room there would be a knock a minute or two later and the mum would hand me a yoghurt, or some fruit.

My room was on the ground floor and was perfectly clean, with good air-con, a powerful hot shower and a comfy bed. There were even silk (polyester) robes in the wardrobe which I rather enjoyed swanning around in! They offer bikes free to rent to all their guests and were very helpful in booking me a cookery class (although I didn’t end up going), and my Easy Rider trip to Hue.

It’s very rare that I find a place that I think EVERYONE should stay at, but this is one of them. It’s comfortable and cozy enough for older travellers or those used to spending a bit more on accommodation, but cheap enough for budget-watchers as well.

The damage: My standard room was $29 a night through booking.com.

Camellia Homestay Website

Where to eat:

(click on the icons to find out more about each place)

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I’m travelling the world, please don’t pity me just because I’m doing it alone. 

“That’s the saddest thing I’ve heard!”

He was obviously joking, but it still pissed me off.

I was having dinner with the other guests at my home-stay in Hoi An, and had just said how I’d got a bit burnt on my back that day as I hadn’t been able to reach right the way down to apply sunscreen and, as I’m travelling solo, there was no one around to help me. It was following on from a conversation I’d had with some girls there earlier about how I love travelling solo but some things do annoy me about it. Back sunscreen application is one of them.

The guy who responded with the line above was on an extended honeymoon with his new wife. The pity and condescension in his response really irked, and quite frankly, baffled me. Why is it sad that I can’t reach the centre of my own back to apply sunscreen? Frustrating, yes. Slightly ridiculous given the resulting crooked tan-line, most definitely. But sad? Am I missing something? I wanted to shout: “I’M TRAVELLING THE WORLD WHY ARE YOU PITYING ME?”

He’s not the first person to feel sorry for solo travelling me. When I tell people that I’m by myself, I tend to receive one of two sorts of responses. The first: “Oh wow, that’s so great. I’m really impressed. You’re very brave!” I like these people. The second, said in a lowered voice with a slight wince to it: “Oh gosh, how are you finding it? Are you ok?” I rarely ask couples or friends who are travelling together how they are getting on as it seems to be jumping the gun to presume that they are falling out and bickering over bus tickets every day. Why do they assume that I must be enjoying myself less just because I’m travelling alone?

I deal with questions from locals about it every day. This conversation that I had with a (drunk) conductor on the train from Ho Chi Minh to Hoi An was fairly typical:

“Where’s your boyfriend?”

“I don’t have one”

“You’re ALONE?????!!!!”

“Yes”

“Why?”

(If anyone has a decent (witty) response to this question then please, please share with it me! I’ve yet to find a suitable answer and normally just say something about not needing one.)

I’m very much used to this and don’t mind it so much, but pity from other travellers is a lot harder to swallow. I particularly resent pity invites to dinner etc. “Awww, let’s take the poor solo traveller out for a meal. She must be dying for company”. Invite me to dinner because I can be quite funny really, and I’ve got some GREAT stories to tell, not because you feel sorry for me please!

Pity invites are however preferable to something else I’ve picked up on occasionally, like the time I was in a shared taxi from Yogyakarta to Prambanan in Indonesia with a couple from Germany. The journey was going to take a couple of hours so I started to make conversation with them, asking where they’d been and where they were planning on going next. You know, normal stuff. They visibly stiffen, and with frequent glances at each other, gave woolly answers to my questions. I quickly realised that they were genuinely worried I was going to latch on to them, and intrude on their ‘couple time’. Yup, I was a travelling leech! I couldn’t help but wonder how arrogant they must have been to assume that I’d rather spend time in their company when I’ve only just met them, than in my own. I stopped chatting to them and spent the rest of the trip staring out of the window, much to their relief.

Back at the dinner table I infuriated myself by giving an overly earnest speech about how I love travelling solo; that I choose to do so, I wasn’t forced into it as I don’t have any friends or a boyfriend to come with me. It probably came out as a bit insincere, and I was later annoyed at myself for jumping to the defensive so quickly. If he doesn’t get it then so what, I should have just let it be.

But that is the truth. I don’t just not mind travelling by myself, I genuinely adore it! I don’t want to travel with anyone. I love meeting people in my guesthouses and hotels, and chatting to them for a bit, but I don’t look to ‘team-up’ with people like quite a few solo travellers do. I’m happy doing this on my own.

Then there is always the question about loneliness; one which comes from both response camps, either out of genuine curiosity or as a presumption, that yes, you must feel that! And to be honest yes, I do feel lonely sometimes, but I have never felt as lonely out here as I have done on trips with friends who I was not connecting with. Being in a group of people who are gelling with each other but not with you is, to me, the loneliest of situations, and I would take my few evenings where I’ve felt the slight pang of lacking company to that horrible sense of isolation and disconnection any day.

It was only afterwards that I realised I’d fallen into a familiar trap, one which any single twenty or thirty-something will recognise (although particularly women I think). You can’t say you’re happy being single without the unsaid assumption being that you are only saying so because you are single and have no choice about it, and would secretly much rather be in a relationship. I can’t count the number of times I’ve told someone that I’m happy on my own, and seen a pitying look cross their eyes as their mind says: “Oh, how sweet, she’s putting on a brave face. She must be so lonely.” NO NO NO. Being in a relationship is no guarantee of happiness or a fail-safe vaccination against loneliness. Most people I know, regardless of their relationship status, are floating somewhere between happiness and unhappiness, slowly trying to inch their way a bit closer to the former every day. You can be unhappy in a relationship, you can be unhappy out of one; it’s no litmus test for happiness.

And the same goes for travelling solo. Like any long-term traveller I have my good days and my bad days, but I know that I couldn’t travel for as long as I am or in the same way (slowly and without that much of a plan) if I was with someone. It’s because I’m doing this alone that I’m able to do it at all, and that is something that I’m very happy about!

So please don’t pity me. I’m doing really rather well thank you very much.

Lessons learnt from an airline mislaying my luggage.

I arrived in Vietnam, but my luggage didn’t. As the crowd around the carousal gradually thinned out, I recognised several people from the first leg of my journey from Bali to Singapore. It didn’t take a genius to work out that somewhere in Singapore airport sat a crate with all our luggage in it that hadn’t managed to make it onto our connecting flight.

This was at about 5pm. I was reunited with my bag by 2.30pm the next day, so as far as travel mishaps go this was more of a London drizzle than a tropical hurricane. I had also thought that, flying as much as I am, this was bound to happen at some point so was in the habit of keeping a few extra bits and bobs in my hand luggage. But, it is not until you actually have to go a night without your big bag that you work out exactly what it is you need most.

You’ll never get it completely right though, and it will always be a bit annoying, but there are a few things you can do to make it more of an itch rather than a pain. There is also the chance that you might be separated from your big bag for a lot longer than a night, in which case no amount of planning is going to make that easy, and you would probably have to do some serious shopping.

My carry-on rucksack was actually the lightest its been all trip. As I’ve shed belongings all over South East Asia (most on purpose, a few not) my big, although still only 40l, rucksack has been able to accommodate more and more of my stuff, and there were a few things that would normally not have been in it but were which did niggle somewhat!

Anyway here are some lessons I learnt, and some thoughts on what is a good idea to keep with you:

  • You need to think about not just what you would struggle to do without, but also what would be difficult to get your hands on if you needed to. So for instance basic t-shirts and cotton trousers can be bought pretty much anywhere in SE Asia, especially near backpacker guesthouses and hotels, but an iPhone charger cannot.
  • Check your travel insurance straight away. I was entitled to £150 per 12 hours my luggage was delayed up to £450, with receipts and a letter from the airline confirming the delay. As I only ended up purchasing a tube of toothpaste this didn’t really seem worth claiming, but it was good to know (I have Virgin Backpacker Black Insurance – expensive, but it covers everything and insurance is one of those things that I just don’t think is worth scrimping on).
  • I carry a little plastic wallet with me at all times with my essentials in it: about a week’s worth of contact lenses (the one thing I would be really screwed, and blind, without), medication and drugs I take regularly or tend to need (the pill, anti-malarials when I need them, Neurofen, anti-histamines, sleeping and motion sickness tablets), my mooncup, a small thing of sunscreen, tiger balm and lip balm. I don’t wear much make-up anymore, but it does also have my mascara in it which was actually very nice as it meant when I felt disgusting the next day at least my face looked decent! The only toiletry I had to buy was toothpaste, as my hotel owner gave me a toothbrush and my bathroom had soap and shampoo. If you are staying in hostels it might be worth keeping a thing of soap with you but then again that is very easy to get hold of. The only thing I’m going to add to this bag is my facial moisturiser as my skin gets very dry and as its so sensitive I can’t just use whatever I find. I also thought that had I been in a mosquito-y area I would have need spray which can be tricky to get hold of. Something to bare in mind.
  • I always have all my expensive electronics with me – laptop, iPad and iPhone – but I only had a lead which connects my iPhone or iPad to my laptop, not my main MacBook charger. This was a mistake as although it meant I could charge my dying iPhone I had to be careful as I didn’t want to rinse the battery on my laptop. This will now go with me, along with an adaptor. My Kindle and camera were charged but not fully, and if I had had to wait longer for my bag this would have been an issue. As they both have a long battery life I think I’m just going to be more careful about making sure they are charged before flights rather than carrying all the leads which me.
  • Clothes were actually the least of my worries. If I’d had to wait any longer I would have just picked up a fresh t-shirt and pair of trousers on the street. I always travel in layers so had quite a bit with me anyway – cotton trousers, t-shirt, chambray shirt (the most useful thing I have with me), a fleece, and my sarong as a scarf (I ended up wearing it around my hotel room while my clothes dried (I got drenched going from the taxi to my hotel, just what I needed!), and then to sleep in). I also almost always have a spare pair of knickers with me, a lifesaver as it meant I could change them as soon as I got to my hotel, and then wash the pair I was wearing so they were clean and dry for the morning. While I felt gross putting my sweaty t-shirt and bra on again the next day, the only thing that really annoyed me was that I had just my hot and still damp trainers with me. I’m going to keep my flip-flops in the outer pocket of my carry-on rucksack from now on (where they used to live before my main bag emptied out a bit).
  • Before I left back in February I meticulously photographed everything I was taking with me, but six months later those photos bare only the slightest resemblance to what I have with me now. I’m going to take fresh photos next time I pack so I have a more recent record of the contents of my bag. I’m also going to take a photo of the outside of my bag and send it to my email address so I can always access it – it would have been handy to have been able to show a photo of my bag to the lady at the counter.
  • Make sure your bag has a distinguishing feature to it, I’ve got a green luggage tag on mine which was a helpful way of describing it to the lost luggage department. And try to remember what is on the top of your bag as they will ask you for a few contents to check its yours.
  • Ask for help! When I arrived at my hotel, the very stylish and inexpensive Tripwriter, I told the manager what had happened. He wrote down the two phone numbers on the form I had been given, and promised to call them the next morning on my behalf. When I came down to breakfast he had already called, and told me my luggage was now in Ho Chi Minh and he just had to call back up at 10am to arrange for it to be delivered. He then took my form which was needed as a receipt for delivery so I could go and explore Ho Chi Minh, and my luggage was waiting for me in my room when I returned later that afternoon. I think this proves the value of staying in small hotels and friendly guesthouses!

So that’s what I learnt. Have you ever been separated from your bag on a flight? What did you need? 

Cover photo by Thong Lo via Upslash.

Getting to know Ho Chi Minh: A book, a chat, and three recommended tours. 

I found my first few days in Vietnam a little difficult to be honest. While there were some personal reasons for this, my luggage left languishing at Singapore airport for example, I think it was also in part because Ho Chi Minh is a tricky city. I wrote a couple of days ago about the cerebral reasons for this, but there are also some practical ones. With no easily accessible public transport (if you can figure out the buses you’re a better woman than I) and streets so chaotic I was put off my favourite form of transport – motorbike taxis – I felt rather trapped in District 1 which is where all the sights are but not where the locals live and work. The museums and galleries are also very poorly curated, and it can be hard to know exactly what it is you’re looking at. And while I had studied the Vietnam War as part of my History IB I couldn’t fit together what I remembered of it with what was in front of me. The people are also slightly more reserved than I’ve found in other parts of South East Asia, less willing to return a smile (I’m being too coy: they can be really quite cold).

After a day spent exploring on my own, I felt no closer to the city at dinner than I had at breakfast. I felt like I was missing a key jigsaw puzzle piece, so took to my laptop and booked three tours, something I hadn’t been planning on doing.

One of the first tours I tried to book was Tim Doling’s History Walking Tour which is recommended in the Lonely Planet. Unfortunately he was out of the country at the time, but he did point me in the direction of his book, Exploring Ho Chi Minh City, which is stocked at FAHASA bookshop on Nguyen Hue. While I would obviously recommend seeing if he is around, if he isn’t then this book is a great substitute. It is on the dry side (I’m being coy again, it’s drier than your tongue the morning after the night before!) but it is packed with information. I found the museum and gallery guides particularly useful in pointing me towards the things worth seeing, and explaining the history of the buildings themselves which are often far more interesting than the artefacts they display (The Ho Chi Minh City Museum for instance, see my Instagram below). It also has some self-guided walks around the city which I dipped in and out of and I found the history of buildings and streets I would otherwise have blithely walked past fascinating.

The HCMC Museum. I found the building itself far more interesting than the tired, and under-explained, displays. It’s housed in a neo-classical building designed by Alfred Foulhoux (who was also responsible for the Hotel des posted) who’s history is a distilled version of the city’s as a whole. It was the home of the French Lieutenant Governors until the Japanese occupation, when it was taken over by their governor. It was then placed under British command, after which it became the seat of what was to become the State of Viet Nam. It was later used as a reception for visiting dignitaries, until the bombing of Norodom Palace forced Diem to move into it. Once the new palace was completed it became the headquarters of the Supreme Court, and then, after the fall of Sai Gon in 1975, it was finally converted into a museum. Phew! #VSCOcam

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Before I get onto the tours, there was one other thing that really helped me feel more comfortable in Ho Chi Minh: Talking with the Tourist. This is the name given to a project which organises groups of university students to sit in parks in the evening and ask passing tourists to sit and chat with them for a while. The aim is to both improve their English and understanding of other cultures, and for tourists to be able to ask them questions about Vietnam. I ended up sitting with them for well over half an hour, and was impressed by their knowledge of the UK parliamentary system! It was a fantastic way of meeting Saigon’s youth, hearing their opinions on the country and government, and listening to their hopes for the future.  I was given a little guide “Surviving Saigon” and a lovely fan for my efforts. I found them in 23/9 Park, which runs alongside Pham Ngu Lao, the backpacking district, about 6pm-ish. 

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So here are the three tours I did: one art, one food and one outside the city! People either travel north to south or south to north in Vietnam which makes it great for swapping tips with people you meet going in the other direction. I’ve recommended these to everyone I’ve met heading south, as while I think Ho Chi Minh would be a lot easier after a few weeks already in the country, it is still a place that you get a lot more from if you delve a little deeper.

Sophie’s Art Tour

This is possibly one of the best tours I’ve done on this very extensive trip! It’s essentially the history of 20th and 21st century Vietnam told through art, and I loved how it wove the two together, sorting out the timeline of events in my head, and opening my eyes to how art has both chronicled, and played an active role, in the country’s history. I found the North’s use of combat artists in the Vietnam – America war particularly interesting. Whilst the South and its America sponsors had photographers at their disposal, the harder-up North was dependent on artists to show the people back home what the front was like, or rather, what their government wanted them to think it was like. Stuart (the eponymous Sophie was out of the country, but Stuart was a fantastic guide) showed us some simple pen and ink drawings in The Fine Art Museum of soldiers, most displaying far bigger muscles than any Vietnamese man I’ve seen in the country! Also, as the soldiers didn’t wear dog tags they were highly prized among the troops as personal portraits, a means of identification should the worst happen. This was particularly important as many believed that their souls would only be at rest once their bodies had returned to their family home.

We were also taken to the San Art Laboratory, which is at the forefront of modern Vietnamese creativity. With no government funds for the arts it relies heavily on sponsorship (see Kickstarter page here) but is home to a thriving community and some incredible projects. The tour was the highlight of my time in Ho Chi Minh, and I can’t recommend it highly enough!

San Art Laboratory

San Art Laboratory

Sophie’s Art Tour website / $55 or 1,150,000vnd per person

XO Tours: The Foodie

Of all the countries I planned to visit on this trip, the one I was most excited about eating was Vietnam. Yet I had a few disappointing meals early on in my time in Ho Chi Minh. Where was the zing?! So I booked XO’s nightly ‘the foodie’ tour, hoping to find some new dishes and gain a bit more confidence in ordering. XO is the only motorbike tour company in Vietnam with all female drivers. The feminist in me sang! My guide Dam was so lovely, spoke fantastic English, and most importantly, was excellent at navigating Saigon’s hairy streets.

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My XO tours guide, Dam

We had three food and two sightseeing stops, and were treated to dishes beyond the usual pho, banh mi and spring rolls. The highlight for me was the seafood at the end of the night – the chilli powder coated and roasted crab, scallops baked with eggs and spring onions, and lemongrass steamed mussels were all top notch. It was also great fun, with chop-stick games played and lots of laughter.

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Our second stop, a local bbq joint, and some of the seafood from the final stop of the night

I did however feel a little uncomfortable at times – the Vietnamese girls cracking crabs and preparing food for their charges without enjoying any of it themselves felt a little, well dated, for wont of a better word. Plus, despite having all female drivers, the man in charge was indeed a man (boo hiss). However, it is a Ho Chi Minh institution and a great experience, so I do recommend it!

XO Tours website / $72 or 1,540,000 vnd per person

Vietnam Vesper Adventures Mekong

I had originally toyed with the idea of spending a few nights in the Mekong Delta, but decided against it in preference for more time in the places I was really looking forward to visiting. Instead I booked Vietnam Vesper Adventures half-day tour of the Mekong. I did a night foodie tour with the same company in Siem Reap and had been impressed with their drivers and nattily adapted vespers with back rests!

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This lovely lady makes incense sticks, in between caring for her mother-in-law.

On the day it was just me and a radio presenter from Mexico, Laura, on the tour. I’ve done enough of these by now that I do tend to roll my eyes slightly at the mention of cottage industries (I’ve seen enough looms that I could weave my own scarf tbh) but we visited two that I hadn’t seen before: an incense stick maker and a rice wine producer. The landscape was stunning, and I couldn’t believe how quickly we left the city behind. The village market we visited was fascinating if slightly nauseating (people like their frogs fresh but can’t skin them, so they skin them when alive and then kill them to order – you see skinless frogs hopping around trays. Disgusting), and our guide a real laugh.

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A barber shop

Vesper Adventure website / $89 per person

As you will see from the prices these tours did add up, but they were completely worth it I think. While I will always love exploring cities on my own, coffee cup in hand, I think sometimes you just need to recognise when you need a bit of extra help!

A Postcard from Ho Chi Minh: Communism and Cartier.

There are certain phrases that you are banned from using as a travel writer. “A city of contrasts” is one of them. It’s just been used too many times.

So I’m not going to use it to describe Ho Chi Minh. I’m not.

Instead I will say that Ho Chi Minh is a city riddled with contradictions and inconsistencies. It’s a hard place to get your head around, and even though I was there for seven nights I feel like I only grazed the surface. 

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The view from the Ho Chi Minh City Museum

Vietnam is a single-party communist state. The North won the war. The South, or rather capitalist America, lost. Yet since the late 1980s Vietnam has operated as a market economy, and in 2006 it joined the World Trade Organisation and became part of the globalised capitalist financial market. If there is a sharper image of this than the People’s Committee Building and a newly erected statue of Ho Chi Minh raising his arm in an aggressive salute, flanked by buildings containing Western designer shops such as Chanel and Cartier – the very pinnacle of capitalism – then I’m not aware of it. Propaganda posters, bright red and cartoonish, are plastered on rough brick walls above which back-lit screens flash familiar logos – Canon, Pepsi, Apple. Capitalism is what’s propelling Vietnam forward today, yet it was the devastating war that was fought for the communist ideology that necessitated it. In 1975, despite being a land of paddy fields, Vietnam was having to import rice, production was so low. There were ten million refugees, three million unemployed and one million war-widows. The country was devastated. It was only by playing nice to their ex-enemy and the country they had supposedly ‘beaten’ in the war so that America would trade with them again, that Vietnam was able to get back on its feet.

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The People’s Committee Building, Ho Chi Minh, and Chanel.

Yet while the economy is indeed growing it is a case of the rich getting even bloody richer, and the poor, well staying poor.The gap between both is far wider than any other country I have visited on this trip (although perhaps on a par with India), and the super-rich of Vietnam live almost exclusively in Ho Chi Minh. They are all pretty much self-made, either from investing early on in the market economy, benefiting from a boom of some 2000 percent in property prices over the course of a few years, or from importing foreign goods. Mercedes and Bentleys roam the shabby streets, and, as they are taxed almost 300% by the government, owning one is an indicator of even bigger wealth than it would be in say Europe or the US. Currency restrictions mean that these million, millionaires cannot take their dong outside of the country so are forced to spend it internally, often buying property they have no intention of living in, or even renting out. There is the beginnings of a middle class in Ho Chi Minh, yet its growth is slow and the gap continues to widen.

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Buildings in the downtown area of Saigon.

It’s still not a city of contrasts though.

The government is actively trying to encourage Western tourism (having recently been hit by a decline in Chinese and Russian visitors), as demonstrated by their recent offer of free two week visas to EU residents. It’s a country with a rich and fascinating heritage and landscape, yet one that is remarkably cavalier about its protection. The Fine Arts Museum houses some incredible pieces of combat art and stunning abstract paintings, yet they’re hung in rooms with open windows, no air-conditioning, and dusty building works taking place right next door (and are very poorly curated). The charming French colonialist buildings that add so much character to parts of the city are being torn down to make way for shiny new flats; no building protection society currently exists in Vietnam.

Notre Dame cathedral in Ho Chi Minh

Notre Dame cathedral.

It’s a city that is stuttering, as opposed to flowing, forward. A half finished tower block sits abandoned in a prime spot right on the river. The company responsible for it ran out of money and was not able to attract investors, and it has now been left open to the elements for so long that the concrete has deteriorated and the whole thing will have to be pulled down. There is a young, educated, passionate generation champing at the bit to bring their country forward, and there is a real sense of frustration at the deeply embedded corruption which currently has the country in heavy iron shackles. 

Ho Chi Minh

D Le Cong Kieu. A lovely little street near the Fine Art’s Museum lined with antique shops.

It’s also a city whose past is very much present. There is something brutal about it, something still very raw about the things it has been through and born witness to. You can’t be in Ho Chi Minh and be unaware of, what they call, the American war. I remember quoting Louis de Bernières’ Captain Corelli’s Mandolin in my History GCSE, “History is the propaganda of the victors” and I thought of it again when walking around The War Remnants Museum. America usually wins wars so it’s rare for us to hear the stories of their victims, yet photo after horrific photo did just that. I felt bile rising up my throat as I took the first few in (it was the only museum I visited in the city with decent explanations next to each exhibit), and physically nauseous after just a few minutes. The photos of Agent Orange victims were particularly disturbing: bulbous faces, disfigured limbs, crinkled paper-like skin. Only S-21 in Phnom Penh has ever had such a powerful affect on me; humans treating other humans with such cruelty is just the most horrific thing. I was very aware that it was a one-sided telling of a complex narrative, yet it makes it even harder to understand the country’s current consumption of Western culture and goods. Starbucks, McDonalds, KFC all have multiple outlets in Ho Ch Minh, and some young people told me that they like eating at them because it shows that they are wealthy and modern. How can they fetishise American food and brands, when just a generation ago it was the country responsible for the people in these photos? I’m not sure if its forgiveness or forgetfulness, or just a demonstration of how quickly the world moves on.

Reunification Palace.

One of the offices in the bunker below the Reunification Palace. Cold War personified.

Vietnam is a fascinating country, and Ho Chi Minh a tough but immersive gateway into it. I’m sure that as I continue northwards the contradictions will continue to present themselves, and I’m not sure if I’ll ever get my head around them all. But I’m going to keep trying. 

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The view from the New Majestic Hotel rooftop bar. Great view, ridiculously expensive drinks.

(And, shhhhh, don’t tell anyone, but Ho Chi Minh IS a city of contrasts).