Sunday, February 16, 2014

Trip to Cần Giờ Mangrove Forest

For my Environmental Sustainability class we have multiple scheduled excursions throughout the semester.  Our first trip was to Cần Giờ Mangrove Forest this past weekend.  An enormous portion of Vietnam's mangrove forests were destroyed during the Vietnam War due to Agent Orange and explosives.  This has had a large environmental impact on the people of Vietnam even until today.  The mangrove provides wonders for the ecosystem such as the removal of nitrogen, providing homes to aquatic and land animals alike, and its roots help in holding the sediment in place.  The rehabilitation of these mangroves in Cần Giờ is considered by Vietnam to be a huge success story.


The Cần Giờ Mangrove Forest also goes by another name, Monkey Island.  The population of the monkeys on this island is overwhelming.  They are relatively nice monkeys but they will grab at your belongings, steal food, and occasionally jump on you.  
Feeding one of the monkeys!

A monkey eating a popsicle 
At this mangrove forest there also happened a crocodile farm! I have never been so close or seen so many crocodiles at one time.  We actually got to feed them for 20,000 dong ($1) which was nifty.


During the Vietnam War, the Viet Cong (the communist party of the northern Vietnam) had a based stationed in Cần Giờ.  We were able to visit the base which was built directly over the marsh water.  


The soldiers at this base often had to produce their own weapons

Thursday, February 13, 2014

Chúc Mừng Năm Mới (Happy New Year!)

As I mentioned earlier, every American student is matched with a Vietnamese partner.  My partner's name is Dinh and soon after I got here he invited me to his hometown for a holiday known as Tết (i.e. The Lunar New Year).  Widely celebrated throughout Vietnam and China, Tết is a time when everyone leaves the city and returns to their hometowns.  I was not too sure what this entailed, but I was sure to keep an open mind.  The time came for us to leave on so Dinh took me to the bus station.  He mentioned that these buses tend to be a little crowded due to the fact that everyone and their mother was leaving the city at more or less the same time as us.  Cool. It can't be too bad, right? We enter the bus and almost every seat was taken, so the bus must be at its capacity, right? No. The workers broke out the good ol' stools for about an additional 10 people.  So we sit on this bus for about 4 hours with one break and finally arrive in Dinh's hometown.  I was extremely excited to finally visit a traditional farming town and that is exactly what I got.  Located near the highlands, his town was surrounded by gorgeous mountain ranges.  Large fields of rice and corn covered the land.  We walk about half a mile and finally reach his home.
I could not have been greeted by a more generous, humble, and caring family.  His family is farming family.  During the dry season (Nov-April ish), his father plants corn.  During the wet season (May-Oct ish), rice is the main crop. Dinh had two younger brothers and a younger sister.  His parents and siblings welcomed me into their family with open arms.  And not only was I greeted by family, but also food. Food. What I did not realize about Tết was how much food I was about to consume.  On average I probably ate 4 meals a day and these were not small, light meals.  These were full on feasts.  We traveled to his nearby family members homes and every time we came to a new home, we were presented with more food. I visited probably 5-6 homes one day... So much food. This food was also extremely fresh and quite delicious.  
These are the meals we ate everyday multiple times a day for about a week.  Yes, I did gain about 5 lbs.  These meals fed around 15-20 people on average.  We all sat on the floor in a massive circle eating family style.  It was very interesting being in this situation in which none of his family spoke English decently.  Much of our communication was through body language and odd gestures. But we all did have a common language, food and booze.  Tết is also a time where large amounts of alcohol, usually beer or "banana wine" (not wine at all, fermented rice alcohol, pretty much the moonshine of Vietnam), is consumed.  The family relationship is extremely communal and based on sharing, making sure that everyone is content.  The banana wine was stored in large vats then poured into smaller containers.  The men usually drank the majority of the alcohol.  The banana wine is consumed from a shot glass, and the contents are split between two people.  Often times the sharing of wine is to welcome people to their home and to say, in a way, that they are glad you are here.  The dishes were usually fish, chicken, pork, rice, and noodles.  There were times where we would literally eat for 3 hours consecutively.  I couldn't do it.  I asked Dinh if they Vietnamese ever get full, and he just laughed replying "No!".  


Lucky Money

Vietnam culture is often very traditional and in some senses this may mean superstitious.  They believe that the first day of Tết (3 days long in total) sets the tone for the rest of the year: lucky or unlucky.  So on the first day of the lunar new year, the older members of the family give the younger members "lucky money".  Usually freshly printed bills ranging from 2,000 to 50,000 dong (10 cents to $2.50) in special red envelopes.  Red is considered to be a lucky color here in VN.  Before you hand out these envelopes you must be sure to say "Chúc Mừng Năm Mới!" which translates to Happy New Year. 
The red envelopes in the both of the girls hands are for lucky money!

Gambling!

In Vietnam, gambling is currently illegal except for the 3 days of Tết, so naturally there is going to be immense amounts of gambling to get it out of their system for the next year.  The most often played game with my host family was "bầu cua".  In this game there are 6 different objects: fish, chicken, shrimp, crab, deer, and squash" and 3 dice with pictures of all the objects.  You placed the money you wanted to bet on the object and if the diced showed your object you won!  I lost about 200,000 dong overall (about $10).  Whoopsss.

The Waterfall

When we weren't eating or drinking, Dinh helped me to explore around his hometown.  He took me by motorbike to a nearby waterfall/waterslide/swimming area up the mountain.  It was quite the experience.
Sliding down a natural water slide!


Making lunch!


Diving into a reservoir

Mud Fishing

Dinh asked me one night if I wanted to go fishing in the morning and of course I agreed.  I was not really prepared for what this "fishing" actually entailed.  We drove over to a field and since it's dry season the water level of this pond was quite low.  Low enough to actually catch the fish by hand! So I trekked knee deep in mud to the pond and went at it.  I caught a couple small ones that I found out would soon become lunch.  

 That's me in the center-ish in the blue shirt and white hat! Digging my hands into the mud to catch lunch

You could say I was a little dirty afterwards

This is Dinh wearing using a "fishing" device.  Two bamboo poles with metal rods attached to a car battery that electrocutes the fish.  Typical Vietnam. 



Just grilling some fish on the side of the road
Fish stew with herbs and chilies

My homestay was absolutely amazing.  I am so glad I got spend so much time with such caring and loving people.  I spent about a week with Dinh and his family and then we headed back to HCMC by bus.  The buses are even more crowded on the way back...

Wednesday, February 12, 2014

The Food Thus Far in HCMC

Wow. The cuisine I expected and the cuisine I actually experienced was extremely different.  There's no Panda Express or Rising Sun.  The food here often comes from random food carts that line the streets.  If these carts were in America, people may be quite hesitant to eat there which would be a huge mistake.  These meals are often quite exceptional and often cost less than $1 which is about 20,000 Vietnamese dong.  The photos below are from food carts at a local market a bus ride away from my dorm.  Often times, us foreigners have no idea what we are ordering.  The struggle is real, but most of the time the food turns out to be exceptional even though by the end of the meal I still may not know what I just consumed.




Here I got try frog legs for the first time at a local restaurant

At a Park Near HCMC
During our first week here we traveled to a nearby park with an all you can eat buffet. Dangerous, I know.  And here I tried some very new and interesting dishes of Vietnam.  The first photo is of escargot (i.e. snails) which were in a spicy tomato sauce. Pretty good actually! Odd texture as I could kind feel myself chewing on its face.  The second interesting dish I tried was.... mouse! Good flavor but not too much meat on it. 






Xin Chào Việt Nam (Hello Vietnam)

It has been approximately a month since I arrived here in Vietnam.  Obviously it was going to take this long before I actually gathered enough motivation to create this blog.  Anyway, I have had one of the phenomenal and influential months of my life.  Cliche as it is, it's the truth.

Let's flashback one month so I can start from the beginning.  I remember getting to the airport where I thought that it would finally hit me that I was travelling to southeast Asia; I was definitely wrong.  Life honestly felt surreal.  It still did not feel like I was travelling to Vietnam for the next 4 months of my life.  I met a couple new friends at the airport coincidentally which took away some anxiety, since I expected that I would be travelling alone to the opposite side of the world.  Now I had to mentally prepare for the next 30 hours that I would be in transit.  After our 4 hour flight to San Francisco, we ran to our gate to catch our next flight to Hong Kong.  Fourteen hours, four terrible movies (one was okay because it was about a crocodile and a man that became best friends, awww), two terrible meals, about six hours of the most awkward sleep of my life, and we finally arrived in Hong Kong. "Finally made it to Asia!", I thought.  Still did not feel real considering the Starbucks we were sitting at.  After navigating this maze of an airport and taking a subway that smelled like the "L", we made to our gate and boarded our flight to Ho Chi Minh City.  About 3 hours later we arrived.  Exiting the airport we felt a rush of about 80 degree heat; a great change from Chicago.  On this study abroad program each person is paired with a Vietnamese partner to aid in the adjustment and to help us fully immerse ourselves into the culture and society.  As we exited, our Vietnamese partners were there waiting to help us travel to our new home for the semester.  At this point it was 2 a.m. in Vietnam and 1 p.m. in Chicago. It was dark. I was exhausted but could not sleep.  Jet lag would be fun for the next 2 weeks or so.  The cab ride to my dorm would be my first real experience of Vietnam.  There were motorbikes being driven, food carts on the streets, posters and signs in this new foreign language; it was intense. Soon we made it to the dorm, and attempted to sleep my first night in Vietnam.

The first week we had orientation.  Loyola helped in giving us the basic knowledge to survive and thrive in Ho Chi Minh City.  Learning how to cross the street would be one of our first accomplishments, and yes it most definitely is an accomplishment.  Going to the store and buying a cell phone and SIM card.  Getting money from the atm.  Purchasing practically anything.  These all seem like minute tasks, but the reality is for us foreigners living outside District 1 (the tourist district) communication is extremely difficult. This makes these tasks and interactions true accomplishments.  I feel proud when I am able to go to a restaurant or market and complete any sort of transaction.  Vietnam really does help me appreciate the things that often go unnoticed in my life.
These are large bags of various spices that were present at a local market

This is one of my new favorite fruits that I have tried.  The name alludes me at this current moment.

This is the view from my dorm room of the HCMC skyline