Hoi An and My Son

So from typhoon-hit Hue (I’m being over-dramatic, it was actually sunny by the time we left) we got the bus South to Hoi An.  Even though it was just a 4 hour trip in the middle of the day, it was a stage in a longer journey and therefore it was on a sleeper bus.  We had the worse seats because people who had been on the bus since Hanoi had understandably cherry-picked the better ones.  We were right at the back, over the back wheels and there were 5 of us across the width of the bus.  Memories of our night spent 8-in-a-bed in the mountain hut on Fuji came flooding back.  Sitting up was not an option, and there was insufficient leg room even for me, so we spent the four hours on our backs, with our knees bent up, as if waiting for a smear test.

I was pretty sticky and dishevelled by the time we arrived, but the good people of Hoi An did their best to cheer me up by engaging me in conversation and telling me I was very beautiful.  You are never safe from this guerrilla flattery; I was even chatted up when I was on the back of a moped on the way to the hotel by a girl driving alongside.  This is one of two main techniques for winning tourist business for a particular tailors (there must be over 100 in little Hoi An).  The other technique involves bellowing “HelloBuySomething!!!!” at tourists from shop doorways.

I did consider having something made to measure, but quickly realised that this would involve lots of decisions about cut, fabric, hem lines, neck lines etc that I am simply not equipped to make.  It would be like a trip to the hairdresser (which I hate) where they ask me lots of questions that I don’t understand and I just have to mumble “umm, well whatever you think really” .  I settle for buying an off-the-peg vest top to supplement my travel wardrobe.  The sales assistant offers me a medium, which she holds up against me to check the size.  She scowls at my chest and goes to get a large.  She hold up the large, inspects my chest again, rolls her eyes and gets me an extra-large.  

The extra-largeness may have something to do with the amazing food in Hoi An.  The food in Vietnam has been delicious and especially so in Hoi An.  It’s based on a lot of seafood and peanuts, both of which I usually dislike but the food is so good here that now I love them!  Plus they have the French influence, so there’s great bread and pastries for breakfast.  The second thing that Hoi An is famous for, after tailors, is its restaurants and cookery schools.  Mr Beet and I enrol on a day course at the Lighthouse with Linh at the Lighthouse Restaurant. 

We start off our day with Linh taking us around the market.  We try some street food (meatballs in a ginger syrup – weird but nice) and learn a bit about the types of beans, rice, fruit and herbs that are used a lot in Vietnamese cooking.  We get to try some new fruits (jack fruit, logan fruit and custard apple).  They’re ok but there’s probably a good reason why some exotic fruits have made it to the UK and others haven’t.  We then head back to the restaurant to don our aprons and cook shrimp spring rolls (with tomato rose garnish), chicken in a clay pot, squid stuffed with pork in a caramel sauce (less bonkers than it sounds) and water spinach with garlic.  Then we get to eat it all!  Om nom nom…

Col goes to the top of the class for being able to identify turmeric root

Lol stuffing a squid
The fruits of our labour

As well as tailor’s shops and amazing restaurants, there are some well-preserved historical buildings in the form of shrines, meeting houses and private family homes in Hoi An’s old town.  The whole place floods regularly, but everything is in impressively good condition considering.  You can get a ticket that gets you access to five of the monuments, so we had a nose round the first five we stumbled across.  This included the Japanese Bridge, various shrines and the house of a wealthy merchant family, where Mr Beet got told off for not listening to the tour guide’s spiel. 

 Col on the Japanese Bridge

"Photo!  Photo!  You take photo with drum now!"

Family shrine in Tan Ky House

The main cultural attraction close to Hoi An is My Son, a collection of ruined holy buildings built by the Cham people, who were Hindu.  It’s like a mini Angkor Wat.  If you want good photos, it is recommended that you go at 5am so that you miss most of the tourists.  Well, screw that, if you want good photos you can always do a google image search.  The ruins have been damaged by American bombs and simply by being in the jungle for 1000 years, so the site was originally a lot more extensive.  But there’s still plenty left to see and some of the detail that has survived is incredible. 

 My Son


There’s a nice beach close to Hoi An and apparently the local Vietnamese people go there en famille first thing in the morning around sunrise, when it’s not too hot and the tourists are in bed.  So we decide to join in and set our alarm for 4.30am.  At 2am we are woken up by enormous crashes of thunder and hammering rain.  Another typhoon is passing through the region and we are on the edges of it.  So we scrap the beach plan and switch off the alarm.  But then by morning it is a beautiful day, so we go after all but  instead of getting there for dawn we arrive at the more civilised hour of 11am.  Mr Beet joined me for a parkrun and then we spent the rest of the day on the sun loungers and paddling in the sea to recover.  
Col parkrunning on Cua Dai beach

More photos of Hoi An on Mr Beet’s Flickr page. 


One thought on “Hoi An and My Son

  1. What an interesing journey!! Rather you than me. You have had a few interesting journeys already. Wonder what the most memorable/strange will be when you reveiw your travels at the end of your journey.

    Still get excited to see your posts. Do keep them them coming. Janetx

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