While the tour of the Cu Chi tunnels could be described as cheap and cheerful, the two-day Mekong Delta trip definitely was not. It was organised by Karen as semi-surprise present for my 40th birthday. And what a great present it turned out to be!
We were picked up at 7.30am from our hotel by our guide Anh and whisked off in a private car (driven by Mr. Nam). While the cheaper coach tours travel by the main highways, our route took us via the local roads which meant loads more to see and more stops.
Our first destination was a local market. Not many foreigners come this way so there was lots of curious stares and even some impromptu Vietnamese lessons from the seafood sellers. We also got to choose whether we wanted chicken or prawns for lunch.
|Um, prawns for lunch please|
|Karen makes a new friend|
And finally, some fruit of our choice, to be consumed later as a lunchtime dessert. In this instance we chose some mangosteen, a soursop and a durian.
|Mmmm, tasty durian|
One of the things that attracted us to taking this tour was how much stuff they pack in. We hadn’t yet hit 8.30am and we were off to our second short stop at a furniture manufacturers. It was interesting enough but not really our bag so no photos.
Next up, another short stop, this time at a chilli farm. They prepare and sell chilli seedlings to local farmers. It’s an amazingly painstaking manual process.
Firstly they create tiny bamboo pots, fill them with soil and put a single chilli seed in each one.
Each pot is put on trays with its brothers and left to sprout
Finally, when they’re ready they’re sold to the farmers to put in the big fields. Each tray holds hundreds of pots, all individually planted.
Another short drive and it was time to get a bit closer to the countryside. We mounted our bikes and set off into a maze of rice paddies in the crystal clear morning sunshine.
|I want to ride my bicycle|
|Little house on the prairie|
|Cycling around the Mekong|
The next photo looks like an abandoned, half-built hotel, but it’s actually an artificial roost for the birds who’s nests are used to make birds-nest soup.
|Birds-nest soup farm|
In the first of many challenges casually thrown our way by Anh, we were persuaded to cross an irrigation channel over this monkey bridge.
|Funny looking monkey|
|Passing the local schoolchildren|
|Sugar cane juice - yum!|
|"My big brother will beat you with TWO hands tied behind his back"|
Finally, lunch and the beginning of a concerted assault by Anh to ruin our waistlines. First up were the prawns, huge and juicy. Then some clams, steamed with lemongrass. Having been up for 6 hours with only a piece of banana-bread to line my stomach, I was starving, so I piled in.
Big mistake – this was just the appetiser.
Out came a huge bowl of fish stew/soup and three clay pots of sizzling caramelized fish (with rice on the side). At that point Anh reminded us that, in Vietnam, it’s rude to leave any food. But if you do manage to finish, then the host is then obliged to bring more food out. Catch-22. I managed to plough my way through most of it before accepting defeat and with it the risk of offending the hosts.
Stupidly, I’d forgotten the fruit we’d bought for dessert. Ordinarily this wouldn’t be too much of a problem – there’s always room for a few pieces of mangosteen – but I’d forgotten the durian.
|Durian, soursop (or custard apple) and mangosteen|
Earlier, when I pointed to the durian in the market, Anh got quite excited. Apparently they have an unofficial competition between tour guides on who can persuade the westerners to try the full gamut of stinky Asian food. So far, none of them had scored a durian so this was her big chance.
I can confirm that it is indeed pretty stinky. Despite being double-bagged, after two hours in the car there was a distinctly ripe aroma. That’s why durian is often banned on public transport!
Having said that, the smell wasn’t all that bad. It wasn’t rotting flesh as such, more like very, very ripe fruit. Put it this way, if you opened your fridge and this smell came out, unless you’d just bought some durian, you’d definitely be checking the back of the salad crisper for forgotten cabbage.
As you can see from the photo above, the edible part of the fruit looks like some kind of unidentified giblet. So, with nothing going for it in the looks and smell department, what about the taste?
It was then that I made my second mistake by asking Anh what other unusual Vietnamese foods were on her list. Nothing much apparently, just some duck eggs. “Everyone who tries them loves them,” she told me. “You’ll try them too, yes?”
Again, I couldn’t really refuse without feeling like I’d somehow be surrendering my manhood. How bad could they be? More on them later.
After lunch we had a short drive to the wharf and our first taste of the Mekong itself. Before we boarded I noted to Anh that there were hundreds of dragonflies circling above the quay. “That means it’s going to rain,” she said.
Things started out pretty calm but less than 10 minutes later, as you can see from the photos, the heavens opened.
|On the Mekong: before the storm|
|Karen and Anh in full storm gear|
|Rain on the Mekong|
Luckily, the trip was quite short, across the bay and up one of the smaller channels. Then it was back in the car and off to our hotel for the night at Can Tho.
|View from our hotel in Can Tho|
|Vietnamese cherries with chilli salt|
And as soon as we emerged from our hotel, the eating continued. First, Anh took us for some wraps.
|Take one of these...|
|...then wrap them in this with some herbs, dip in peanut sauce and enjoy|
|Just some boiled eggs?|
You may have heard about Asian people’s penchant for fertilised duck eggs. I first came across them watching an episode of Fear Factor many years ago. I thought at the time that the programme makers had to go somewhere special to find the eggs, but no, they’re on every street corner. If you see white duck eggs for sale, you can bet they'll be fertilised.
By now, I was in way too deep to refuse – I couldn’t even hesitate. “First you break the top and drink the juice,” Anh instructed. So I did. To be honest, had my wife and a 20-year-old Vietnamese girl not been watching, I might have chickened out at this point (no pun intended).
|Should have had my pinky sticking out...|
|Duck egg with foetus|
|Tastes like chicken omelette|
Fear Factor? Pah, bring on the cockroaches…
But the fun wasn’t over yet. A quick bowl of noodles and we were back on the street. Earlier I’d mentioned that I loved street food so off we went passing stalls selling barbecued eggs, grilled skewers and various pancakes. We stopped at a stall selling banana and pineapple pancakes, grilled over an open charcoal fire.
“Look how it’s done,” Anh said before starting a conversation with the owner in Vietnamese. I should have paid attention because next thing I knew, the owner disappeared.
“Now it’s your turn,” Anh said. Gulp.
|Charcoal. Pancake. Tongs. Hold. Flip. Done.|
And that was the night over, oh, apart from a snail nightcap.
|Barbecued snail digestif|
The next morning we started bright and early (5.30am) for a dawn trip on the Mekong to see the floating markets. Few tourists get up early enough to see these as the bigger boats get there too late for the action. As promised there was plenty of fruit and veg getting thrown across the water.
|Floating market on the Mekong|
Pineapples, melons, sweet potatoes and turnips
|Dawn on the Mekong|
|Trip through the channels|
Later that morning we stopped briefly at a Cao Dai temple – a weird cross between Buddhism and Christianity as far as I can make out.
|Cao Dai temple|
|Trip through the lilies|
|Up the creek with a paddle|
|Now, where did I put my X-wing?|
|Just honk and they'll move|
Our guide, Anh, went above and beyond to make sure we had a really special time. A big thanks to her and Water Buffalo Tours for the perfect tour.
And of course an even bigger thanks to Karen for treating me to a wonderful couple of days. It was probably the best tour I’ve ever been on and certainly something I’ll remember for the rest of my life.
Current location: Chiang Mai until 18th September
Next stop: Chiang Rai