Temple of Literature & HCM mausoleum
Trip Start
Feb 08, 2010
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Trip End
Apr 07, 2010
During our second full day in Hanoi, we walked to two of the major sites in this city. Because the streets change name from one block to the next and sometimes five streets all converge in one place, it's imperative to have a street map. We had a map from the hotel and with that we zigzagged to the Temple of Literature (Van Mieu-Quoc Tu Giam).
This university was founded in 1076 under the King Ly Nhan Tong. It educated Confucian scholars. Today it is one of the major cultural sites of Vietnam.
From the Temple, it was a relatively short walk to the Ho Chi Minh Mausoleum. It is a building of imposing size with extensive grounds in front of it. We didn't go in to see the body of Ho Chi Minh which has been placed in a glass sarcophagus. There is a very strict dress code in place; as well visitors must register and leave bags and camera equipment in a reception hall.
In the area of the Mausoleum is the Presidential palace and many foreign embassies, including Canada's.
Along the way is Lenin Park, with a statue of Lenin at the entrance gate.
On our walk to the Temple of Literature, we had scoped out a small store in which to buy some cheese for our evening meal. We also picked up a bottle of red wine in a real estate office and bought some crusty baguettes from a street vendor.
So much of the local life happens on the streets-eating, drinking, socializing, cooking, washing clothes and dishes etc. Many of the shops close up for the night and become sleeping quarters. Mopeds and motobikes are also parked indoors.
Everywhere are small outdoor bars which have child sized red and sky blue plastic chairs and tables, where local beer, Bia Hoa, is served. We decided to stop for a couple of glasses and watch rush hour traffic go by. Some operatic music started blaring from a loudspeaker on a street pole and then someone talked for a good 1/2 hour. Meanwhile, our servers put out more tables and chairs and served more Bia Hoa and cooked up some food, right beside us, on small portable stoves for customers.
As per usual, it was very entertaining. The flow of traffic was constant and fast, with bikes and cars whizzing by and people trying to cross the street in the middle of it. There are very few traffic lights in this city and when there are, they aren't always obeyed. We saw a couple on a scooter with a sink between them. All sorts of items are transported this way: televisions, ladders, all kinds of products and produce, even small trees. Small children are usually sitting in between their parents or hanging on to their parent's waist.
We returned to our hotel room and ate bread and cheese with our wine, on our balcony.. Very pleasant to sit in that privacy, listening to the traffic and horns and the church bell.
Later, we went back to the tapas restaurant and had some fried calamari, (more) cheese and bread, then decided to return to our room.
We met a couple of young women who were from Holland. They were looking for a particular backpackers hangout. Since we knew where it was, we offered to show them. So, we chatted with them for awhile and at 9:30pm the bar staff announced that it was closing. Whoosh! Within minutes the place was emptied of people! These young farangs went in search of another place. Since we had an early morning the next day, the old wise ones skipped the festivities and went to our room and slept.
This university was founded in 1076 under the King Ly Nhan Tong. It educated Confucian scholars. Today it is one of the major cultural sites of Vietnam.
From the Temple, it was a relatively short walk to the Ho Chi Minh Mausoleum. It is a building of imposing size with extensive grounds in front of it. We didn't go in to see the body of Ho Chi Minh which has been placed in a glass sarcophagus. There is a very strict dress code in place; as well visitors must register and leave bags and camera equipment in a reception hall.
In the area of the Mausoleum is the Presidential palace and many foreign embassies, including Canada's.
Along the way is Lenin Park, with a statue of Lenin at the entrance gate.
On our walk to the Temple of Literature, we had scoped out a small store in which to buy some cheese for our evening meal. We also picked up a bottle of red wine in a real estate office and bought some crusty baguettes from a street vendor.
So much of the local life happens on the streets-eating, drinking, socializing, cooking, washing clothes and dishes etc. Many of the shops close up for the night and become sleeping quarters. Mopeds and motobikes are also parked indoors.
Everywhere are small outdoor bars which have child sized red and sky blue plastic chairs and tables, where local beer, Bia Hoa, is served. We decided to stop for a couple of glasses and watch rush hour traffic go by. Some operatic music started blaring from a loudspeaker on a street pole and then someone talked for a good 1/2 hour. Meanwhile, our servers put out more tables and chairs and served more Bia Hoa and cooked up some food, right beside us, on small portable stoves for customers.
As per usual, it was very entertaining. The flow of traffic was constant and fast, with bikes and cars whizzing by and people trying to cross the street in the middle of it. There are very few traffic lights in this city and when there are, they aren't always obeyed. We saw a couple on a scooter with a sink between them. All sorts of items are transported this way: televisions, ladders, all kinds of products and produce, even small trees. Small children are usually sitting in between their parents or hanging on to their parent's waist.
We returned to our hotel room and ate bread and cheese with our wine, on our balcony.. Very pleasant to sit in that privacy, listening to the traffic and horns and the church bell.
Later, we went back to the tapas restaurant and had some fried calamari, (more) cheese and bread, then decided to return to our room.
We met a couple of young women who were from Holland. They were looking for a particular backpackers hangout. Since we knew where it was, we offered to show them. So, we chatted with them for awhile and at 9:30pm the bar staff announced that it was closing. Whoosh! Within minutes the place was emptied of people! These young farangs went in search of another place. Since we had an early morning the next day, the old wise ones skipped the festivities and went to our room and slept.



Comments
Red wine from a real estate office... Where I come come from that's called a bootlegger! Where to next my globetrotting friends?
Hola ! So Maurice, are you feeling "knowlegable" enough yet to rent a scooter for a day? Maija, vai nav gruuti paartik tikai ar Vietnamas augu valsti...bez skudraam, vardeem, kjirzakaam...sunjiem...I guess you have figured out by now that the Vietnamese eat everything that moves...except for planes and trains...ha ha ha ! Ohhh vai esi veel eedusi olu ar aizpereetu caali???
We're a day behind with our entries; next one is Halong Bay where we cruised 1 day and 1 night, then returned to Hanoi. (hope to post this today)Later today we leave for Hoi An (Danang area) in Central Vietnam.
Yes I'm good with riding a scooter, but Maija will not even consider it. One thing if you're a local and know where you're going! Ne, mes seit needam nekadu galu, tikai zivi vai shrimpus utt. Vakar edam penne arrabiatta, linguine ar pesto un sieru, parmainas pec.