Comfort zone.. I guess they’ve never heard of that before…
Right now, in the bus to Hoi An I’m writing this post. Just left Hué, which was a quite nice and alive city. This week the biennial took place in this town, so it was much more busy than it normally is. We’ve checked it out on the first night. It came down to folklore dancing from different countries like the abborigionals, Indian, Venezuelan and Mongolian dancing on several different stages in the ‘Imperial city’ (citadel). This royal park we visited during the day as well, which was kinda nice. Finally saw an Elephant now for the first time on this trip! Jeej, my highlight of that day.
I’m btw traveling on my own again now, left Minne and Thomas and my English friends about a week ago, to really stand on my own feet. And until now it has been great. Traveling from Halong Bay to Hue and now to Hoi An with a Danish couple, an american and a mexican who are really nice and fun co backpackers.
Yesterday me and Jess went to this market ‘ ‘, the lonely planet told us you could get anything there, so that kind of sounded good to us. We decided to take a boat to cross the river. The boat happened to be someone’s house at the same time.
Funny thing to tell btw; all the stores, hotels, stalls, everything is their work and their home at the same time. You’ll see people sleeping in front of their stuff they’re selling, little children playing and sleeping in the back of the stores, baby-beds in the middle of store or restaurants, and they even just sleep on the couch or a cod in the foyer of their hotel. So they actually don’t really have a house. Getting up around 6 in the morning they start working, and stop working when they go to bed. Pretty hardcore!
Well to get back to this market, I wouldn’t wanna have missed this for a thousand! It was really impressive, entering the market from the riverside at the seafood section, finding alive fish, crabs and shells in baskets, the floor covered with disgusting muddy liquid. Which was followed by the shoe section, fruit, vegetables, tupperware, porcelain, clothing, flowers, dried fish, herbs, and so on and on. It’s a massive market with even in the clothing section a second floor, and really really narrow pathways. Chaos, and if you don’t like people grabbing your arms and dragging you to their store asking you what you would like to pay for something, this isn’t the right place for you. Comfort zone.. I guess they’ve never heard of that before.
Think the staff of ‘men at work’ is annoying with trying to sell you clothing, well that’s nothing comparing to the way they try to help you here.
While still enjoying the view outside in between writing this post, I’m surprised by the way they treat the nature. In a bad way though, you see trash Everywhere. Plastic bags, bottles, wraps, everybody just trows it on the street, in the river or in the bushes.
Next to that, the bus ride is actually very enjoyable, driving past rice fields, the train-track (there’s only one that goes from the north to the south) mountains, small villages with colourful little houses and banana-tree fields.
Looking forward to Hoi An, hopefully getting to see the sea again, do some souvenir shopping and enjoy the nightlife that seems to be really good there.