A Return to Vietnam
Trip Start Nov 08, 2006
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So we flew to Hanoi and it took me 8 minutes to remember why I hate that city. Then for the next 48 hours, while we waited for our Thai visas, I was reminded every 90 seconds or so why I'd rather have a guy with palsy give me a vasectomy than ever go back to Hanoi.
I won't tell the full story, but let me preface this by saying that I've traveled a fair amount. When I say the city is hellish, it is not just because it's not comfortable or modern or easy to navigate like cities in the States or Europe. It's not because I can't handle a little chaos or a language barrier or aggressive people. When I discuss Hanoi, I am comparing it to massive metropolises in Central and South America. I am comparing the people to Mexicans and Burmese and Malays and the French. I am comparing the noise to Guatemala City, NYC, Glasgow, La Paz, and even Saigon. I am comparing my experiences in the Vietnamese capital to countless others in various pockets of the globe. And I can say without hesitation, that I hate Hanoi more than any city in the world.
I should point out that I enjoyed Vietnam during our first 3-month journey there. Hanoi was hectic, but we had time to kill and got to hide in our hotel room for entire days while we built up the energy to head once more into the breach. We had 3 weeks in Sapa to fall in love with the country, its natural wonders and its indigenous populations. We went to quaint Hoi An and Hue and took a 2-day boat trip on Halong Bay. So punctuated by all of that, in the right circumstances, Vietnam is an incredible destination, and Hanoi is the price we pay for that. But these particular two days in Hanoi just shopping for some winter clothes for our trip to the States and applying and waiting for our visas were just miserable. I'll give a quick run down of all the fun.
Cab from the airport to the Old Quarter has gone up 100% in 18 months. Fine. We split a cab with several people, but the driver does 4 extra loops around the lake even though we've been there before and know where we're going. Then when we're dropped off the driver demands several extra dollars for his troubles. When we refuse, he gets irate and only our hotel owner coming out and dropping the money in the car window and walking away to cursing resolves the issue.
Hotel owner who saved us several dollars then proceeds to charge us that much extra for our room even though we have an email confirmation with a price we got several days before. Written agreement? So what. Then AC doesn't work. Hotel guy pretends to try to fix it by smacking the remote for 2 minutes, then shrugs his shoulders, leaves, and never returns.
I'm buying some jeans across the street from my hotel at what appears to be a pretty nice store. When I'm checking out, the price is more than expected because there's a 50%-off sign. My money is already on the counter but I say to hold on one moment. This is a department store, not a vendor by the way. Another clerk leads me away to say, no, these identical jeans are the half off pair. I say I'll take those and head back to the counter where they've already gone through with the first purchase and locked up my money. They won't give it back. I talk to 4 people who all give me an equally infuriating dismissive look and tell me to go to hell. It takes 20 minutes, our hotel owner coming over again, and a threat to call the police for them to unlock the drawer and return my money.
Dozens of small things happen like people refusing to point out that we're a block from the Thai embassy even though we have the address and a map and are politely asking for assistance. A moto driver tries to give us a ride across town even though we know we're 100 yards from our destination. And none of these things on their own are any big deal. Shit happens on the road in the developing world. It's 40 of them in succession in a day that makes it brutal. And the fact that the city has no redeeming qualities or offers of culture or sites to balance it out. We had seen the 3 things worth seeing in Hanoi already.
Then I get some crazy monkey pox from my sketchy hotel room. It's not a small rash or a few bites. It's not even bed bugs, which I can ignore. It's neck-to-knee chicken pox even though I've already had the chicken pox. I show them to my hotel owner and her eyes open wide like I have something she never knew existed: boils, the plague, manners, scruples...something utterly unknown and foreign in Vietnam. So she writes me a little note in Vietnamese that says something to the effect of, "Contaminated foreigner, handle with care, douse with kerosene in case of emergency." I got to a clinic/pharmacy. I go up to the woman with the nurse's hat and white coat, show her my note which she doesn't care to read, then show her my pox. She raises her eyebrows in a very clear, "Why would I ever consider offering you any assistance even if you were dying at my feet" and simply utters the word "No." That's it. I point at all the medicine behind the counter in their pharmacy, then back at my pox. "No." And she points at the door.
That was the thing. The motorbike driver was trying to hustle us to make a buck. Fine. The taxi driver was trying to rip us off, but again for money. Same for the jeans store. But regular people we encountered in Hanoi again and again treated us like shit for no reason. A medical professional refusing care? Come on. It's not like I had on my "USA A-OKAY" shirt, or my "My parents invented Agent Orange" hat. They didn't know I was American. I wasn't being obnoxious, even after all the hassle. I know how to conduct myself abroad. They were just all dicks.
Do you think I'm done? Nope. Just wait for the climax when we get to Ninh Binh, and not the good kind.
I will say that we went to two restaurants we liked a lot when we were there last time, one of which I recommended to 300,000 people in my Sapa article, and they were cool. The lantern lady and t-shirt guy were super cool, and I showered them with thank you's and smiles and my business. But they were a couple of decent people drowning in a sea of bastards.
I absolutely loathe Hanoi. Just to clarify. Loathe it.