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Posted on December 18, 2011December 18, 2011

Ever since we’d arrived in Hanoi, Melody and I wanted to do some shopping beyond the Old Quarter. We’d heard there was great shopping to be had at the nearby Trang Tien plaza, so we set out on foot, only to find out once we arrived that the plaza had been closed for renovation. Undeterred, we spent our morning walking through the French Quarter, famous for its wide, tree-lined boulevards and eclectic French-Vietnamese architecture.

We were hungry for lunch, but after a less-than-palatable meal of fried vermicelli and crabmeat, we wandered back to Hoan Kiem Lake to grab a snack at Fanny Ice Cream. Fanny Ice Cream is a Hanoi specialty, with a twenty-page menu of every ice cream concoction you can imagine, be it tropical or traditional. Twenty pages of ice cream! Sounds like a kid’s dream, right? I ordered an ice cream cyclo, while Melody had the ice cream lotus.

The ice cream flavors and gelato-like texture were top-notch and we had to stop ourselves from going back for dinner. Fanny is expensive ice cream, even by American standards (think five to ten dollars per item) but it remains among the best ice cream I’ve ever tasted.

We spent the rest of the day taking it easy, stopping to grab a Vietnamese coffee or to do some shopping. For dinner, at HanoiHanoi, an upscale restaurant near Tran Tien and Hoan Kiem Lake.

We started with the spring rolls, which were fresh and crispy, though I wasn’t crazy about the filling. The friendly staff showed us how to mix the variety of dipping sauces at our table so that we had the right proportion of salty to sweet, and sour to spicy.

Next came the steamed clams with herbs, my favorite dish of the meal. I’m not sure what the mystery herbs were (Thai basil?) but they lent a terrific aroma to the briny clams, which I dipped in a tiny dish of salt and oil before eating atop a bowl of rice.

Lastly came our stir-fried water spinach with garlic, which was crunchy and super fresh. The long strands of water spinach, or ong choy, were fun to eat and best of all, healthy.

We spent the rest of the evening lazily perusing the Old Quarter and avoiding the intermittent rain showers from an approaching tropical storm. Happily sated, we called it a night before the rainstorm kicked it up a notch.

Posted on December 10, 2011December 10, 2011

Do you like sweltering heat and unbearable humidity? Do you enjoy vigorous physical activity in said sweltering heat and unbearable humidity? If so, I recommend hiking the Perfume Pagoda in late-July. It’ll bring out your inner masochist, I’m certain.

On our fourth day in Vietnam, Melody and I boarded a bus for a three-hour ride to the foot of the Huong Tich mountains. There, we purchased hats to protect us from the sun. (“You’ll regret it later if you don’t buy,” said our tour guide. He was right.) Afterwards, we boarded tiny steel boats on the Yen Vi river to take us to the Perfume Pagoda. The one-hour ride was both terrifying (the smallest move would send the boat precariously tipping from side to side) and gorgeous.

We had lunch as soon as we arrived at the base of the Perfume Pagoda, at a spartan restaurant serving what can best be described as “prison fusion.” We loaded up on several bottles of water, and began our ascent.

The many pagodas that make up the Perfume Pagoda are spread out among the limestone hills and tropical forests in the area of Huong Tich. Legend claims that the site was discovered over 2,000 years ago by a monk meditating in the area, who named the site after a Tibetan mountain where the Buddha practiced asceticism. We spent some time exploring the colorful and eerily quiet Thien Tru Pagoda before continuing our hike.

Now, I’m pretty certain that I have a high tolerance to heat, and even humidity, but this was unbearable. When I found out that a mountain cable car that takes you through a third of the hike was in operation that day, I wanted to hug everyone within reach. Everyone — even our tour guide, opted to take the car. The ride afforded us picturesque views, and a chance to catch our breath. When we reached our destination, we continued our hike to Huong Tich Cave, or the center of the Perfume Pagoda. The cave was cool and dark, and a welcome respite.

The cave is huge, and there are statues of deities, but many pilgrims come to get blessings from the limestone columns and dripstones, many of which are named and have special purposes like fertility and prosperity.

We finished exploring the cave and slowly began our descent to the foot of the mountain, stopping often to admire the view, and, well, drink more water. The boat ride back down the Yen Vi River was a combined effort to not fall asleep and not go loopy from heatstroke.

Back in Hanoi, we arrived at our hotel and passed out. Forget dinner, we just wanted to sleep. I imagine the Perfume Pagoda is more approachable in the winter, which explains why so few folks were there that day. But was it worth it? Absolutely.

Posted on December 4, 2011

We woke up early on our third morning in Vietnam. Determined to beat the heat and humidity, my sister and I grabbed a taxi from the Old Quarter to the Temple of Literature in Hanoi, about a ten minute ride. Along the way, I made a mental note of the shops and food stalls I wanted to stop at on our walk back.

Constructed in 1070, the Temple of Literature was dedicated to Confucius and also houses the Imperial Academy, or what was Vietnam’s first university.

Several (and I mean several) bottles of water later, we finished walking through the maze of courtyards that houses the temple’s lake, lush park, and high gates. The temple is still used today for cultural events, and both Vietnamese and foreign tourists flanked the temple’s many gift shops selling souvenirs bearing the temple and Ho Chi Minh’s image.

Afterwards, we stopped for lunch at KOTO, a nonprofit restaurant and vocational training program that trains disadvantaged youth in Vietnam. Every six months, KOTO takes around 25 young people off the streets. These trainees participate in a two-year program, and are provided with uniforms, meals, accommodation, medical care and a monthly training allowance. I remembered seeing KOTO featured on an episode of Anthony Bourdain’s No Reservations, so I was excited to visit.

We sipped our watermelon juice alongside shrimp spring rolls that were served with creamy avocado and salty, pungent nuoc cham dipping sauce.

Next came our bun bo nam bo, or wok-fried beef on rice noodles with fresh mixed herbs, peanuts, lime, chili, and garlic. This was one of my favorite dishes that I ate during our trip — the beef was tender and juicy, and the flavors hit that perfect balance of salty-spicy-sweet-sour that I love so much.

Fortified and cooled down, Melody and I spent the rest of the evening exploring Hanoi’s Old Quarter. For dinner, we took a taxi to Restaurant Bobby Chinn, another No Reservations-featured restaurant that I came to learn had since moved from the Hoan Kiem Lake neighborhood to the outskirts of Hanoi.

It was a quiet evening at the restaurant, and the very dim lighting made so that it was difficult to see our meal (let along take photos). Service was attentive, and if you’re looking for a fusion-centric, high-end splurge of a meal in Hanoi and don’t mind driving a bit to get there, Restaurant Bobby Chinn is your place.

We took a taxi back to the hotel after dinner, and called it yet another early night. The next morning we planned on heading to the Perfume Pagoda in the mountains, and we knew we’d need all the rest we could get.

Posted on November 21, 2011November 21, 2011

I never thought jet lag was good for anything until I found myself wide awake at 5:30 in the morning on our second day in Vietnam. Melody and I had to board a van heading to Halong Bay at dawn, and soon we found ourselves with a group of travelers on the highway headed to the countryside. (I should mention that “highway” is a loose term here — semi-trailer trucks compete for space with crammed bicycles and even occasional livestock.)

The four hour journey took us through the northeastern tip of the country, a landscape dotted with intermittent rice paddies and real estate construction.

Once we arrived in Halong Bay, our group boarded our junk, the style of ship most common to Halong Bay and much of Southeast Asia. The Halong Bay I’d seen in postcards and movies was foggy and overcast, but not today. The sun shone brightly, and we retreated inside our junk for lunch.

Our communal lunch included shrimp-in-shell, cucumber salad, fried spring rolls, water spinach stir-fried with garlic, tofu and squid stir-fry, and mounds of steamed rice. It was all delicious but the water spinach and spring rolls were my favorite.

Halong Bay has over 2,000 limestone islets, and the narrow maze of rock formations seemed endless as our junk navigated the calm waters. Many of these islands are hollow, with enormous caves inside. We stopped at one to explore Tien Cung grotto, hiking through thick forest to enter the cave.

It was hot and humid inside the caves, and I was happy for some respite (and drinking water) by the time we re-boarded our junk.

Around dusk, our junk returned to Halong City and our van picked us up to return to Hanoi. In Hanoi, we grabbed dinner at Oc Vi Saigon, a packed neighborhood restaurant specializing in shellfish. We pointed at what looked good, took our seats, and a few minutes later, were served a plate of fried noodles and grilled squid.

The noodles were too sweet for my taste but the squid was fresh, charred just right, and faintly aromatic of basil.

We were exhausted after our long day at sea, but luckily for us, our hotel was just down the street. Too tired to explore the neighborhood, we fell asleep watching Korean dramas in our hotel room, with plans to explore more of Hanoi the next day.

Posted on November 19, 2011April 2, 2012

“Let’s just go to Vietnam and eat.” It’s been nearly four months since I visited Vietnam with my sister, Melody, and like our previous trips together, food was a motivating factor on deciding where to go. Visions of street snacks and fresh seafood filled my imagination as soon as I purchased our tickets, and it wasn’t a coincidence that our flight included stopovers in South Korea. It’s true, K.R.E.A.M. (Korean Food Rules Everything Around Me.)

Airplane food is rarely memorable, but I could hardly contain my excitement as I was served my in-flight meal of bibimbap on Korean Air, complete with a travel-sized tube of gochujang!

Twelve hours later, we landed in Incheon, right outside of Seoul. Determined to make the most of our short layover in what is the most incredible airport I’ve ever visited (sorry, Narita), we went straight for the restaurants.

Even airport food is top-notch in Korea, my sister and I soon learned at Bob & T cafe. I had a bowl of chewy noodles with skewered fish cakes, while Melody had a bowl of what can best be described as scalding hot pepper lava with beef and noodles. I love fish cakes, and the light, savory broth was just what I needed after a tiring flight.

We soon checked in to our connecting flight to Hanoi, and from there, took a late night taxi to our hotel in the Old Quarter. The next morning, we headed straight to Hoan Kiem Lake after quick breakfast of pho and coffee.

Ngoc Son Temple, or Temple of the Jade Mountain, sits on Jade Island in the middle of Hoan Kiem Lake. We spent our morning walking around the 18th-century temple, exploring the bridge and pavillion, and generally trying to avoid heatstroke from the sweltering sun.

Soon it was lunchtime and we headed back to the Old Quarter in search of something to eat. We spotted an old couple grilling meat on the sidewalk, and unable to resist the smell, we sat down for lunch. “I’ll have two bowls of what they’re having” transcends all language barriers, and ten minutes later, Melody and I were crouched on the sidewalk, happily munching on shalloty, charcoaly, herby, bun cha.

We spent the rest of the afternoon poking in and out of shops along the Old Quarter, and it was only a matter of time before we were hungry again. We stopped at Tamarind Cafe, a restaurant popular with expats, for a quick snack.

What’s more refreshing than mangoes with sticky rice? We washed it down with glasses of tamarind juice and nibbled at another plate of fruit before heading back to our hotel for a quick rest. At night, we walked over to the Thang Long Water Puppet Theater to check out this art form unique to northern Vietnam.

The show was performed in a waist-deep pool, with puppeteers using rods to support the puppets under the water. An orchestra and singers sang the folkloric story being acted out by the puppets, to a packed house.

After the show, we headed back to our hotel for an early night’s rest. We had to be up early the next morning for our trip to Halong Bay, and hopefully, more delicious things to discover.