Monday, May 24, 2010

In Uncharted Lands

This is District 2, which apparently is home to wealthy villas for foreigners. The view across the canal from the Ho Chi Minh Museum is nice--you see the illusion of forest lined streets. So one day I grabbed my binoculars and some water and started peddling.



I remember watching the ferries on the Saigon River last year from the roof of the Majestic Hotel. They lurched frighteningly in the current and I thought "wow, I'm glad I'm not on that thing." Now I know why--the entrance is on the side, and the ferry must spin 360 so we don't have to shuffle our scooters (or us few bikes) around. It's a short ride but fun, worth the 1000d ticket. On the other side it's the usual market sprawl with meats and fruits and who knows what for sale.

Quite suddenly the road gets choppy. On the right you see the unlovely Saigon river with the occasional quaint houseboat moored to a levy with hammock. On the other side--what the hell happened here? It looks like ground zero of some heart-wrenching catastrophe.And here's why. There are big plans in store for District 2. Though it's a lot faster to demolish houses than to build them.


Away from the coast is a beautiful countryside. And still within city limits.

I've seen many new birds here. few compare to this brown throated sunbird who was happy to sit there and preen for me. Birdwatching doesn't get much better than this.

And there's the new highway that will change everything. I find it a little sad, but I can understand the need for radical development. Ho Chi Minh is a thin sprawl, with every block a dozen self-serving villages. So it is great that they are starting to build vertically. They also have an opportunity to plan efficient public transportation. The plans look nice too, with large green spaces. Hopefully the sunbirds, prinias, coucals, yellow bitterns and paddyfield pipits won't have to move too far.

Friday, May 21, 2010

Worst bird call ever

I've been here for about 3 months and I've been haunted by a common bird call. It was a pretty awful bird call--loud, but as if it didn't really care--plaintive, if you will. With the bird 3 feet away and singing at my face, there was no way to locate it. So I'm very happy that finally the bird popped up.

And here it is--a plaintive cuckoo.

Actually, I saw the female earlier at the zoo, but females are very tough to identify.

It's hard to find an authority on Vietnamese birds. There lots of birds but Vietnam has the lowest ecological awareness. I'm trying to work with a limited photographic guide and a denser illustrated guide without range maps. Amazingly, googling Asian bird calls is absolutely fruitless.

I know that my 2 readers are not bird watchers, but I hope this will turn up in a google search so that others won't be confused by the plaintive cuckoo. Here is my rendition of its 2 calls:

Plaintive Cuckoo (UPDATE: Sadly, my rendition was long wiped from the net--maybe it was too good? Hear the actual call HERE.)

I'm considering being the one authority of Vietnam bird calls. It will be a lot of work, but I already have the album cover:

Wednesday, May 19, 2010

I wish you could see this

Dusk is my favorite time of day. You can see swifts playing Red Baron. With their darting around, perspectives get really funny--it appears that there are different sized swifts. The bats come soon after, much smaller than the swifts, flying like moths. Sometimes the swifts dive at them just for fun, or maybe they're mocking them. Soon the sky is filled with swifts and bats. And then, suddenly, the swifts stop playing and get to work. They woosh in tight figure eights, keeping an exact distance between each other as they decimate hordes of gnats and mosquitos.

You can hear the swifts during the day inside the gables on historic buildings, pagodas and churches. They sound like bats should sound like if only we could hear them.

One night we were lucky to see a Barn Owl on our daily walk by the canal. It perched on a sign right above our heads, swiveled its head around, and with a squeak took off like a huge phosphorescent ghost. There was no way of photographing it but I sure tried.

Last night no such luck. We were run over by drunks. Being run over by motorcycles isn't quite the same as being run over by cars, I'm happy to say.

Thursday, May 13, 2010

Banh X

If anyone with a little nest egg is looking to start a new food craze in America, this is for you. Banh xeo is a pancake-type food which folds over shrimp and sprouts, and as if that wasn't enough, you take a piece and wrap it in lettuce with some fresh mint (and some other herbs, many of which are NOT suited to tourists) and dip it in sauce. The one above was handmade by Jenny's mom and is absolutely delicious.

Unfortunately, the original recipe calls for shrimp in the shell, which is a little hard to swallow. There is a large chain of restaurants with a nice bamboo-art motif that offers more fillings, like pork and squid, which breaks tradition in a much needed way. There are so many ways to Americanize it--someone steal this please. Elsewhere on this blog is the ancilliary Apple Snails appetizer, which is yummy but will frighten away all your customers.

Wednesday, May 12, 2010

This Fruitbat died and went to heaven.

Today we killed my fruit craving and then some. Here we have rambutans--very nice pear-like consistency despite the hairy ball look; one of my new favorites, the custard apple; mangosteens, which I never understood before until now, when they are in season and incredibly fresh--very bizarre fruits with an inedible red dye-like flesh and a very small core like an orange but not; and the things on the upper left which I have no idea what they are--they resemble figs on the outside but are mangosteen-like inside, very bitter at first bite but mellowing into a pleasant citrus flavor. And with the rainy season on its way, this is just the beginning!

Better bananas

Why better? They are small but sweet, sometimes with a consistency like dense, moist french toast. But really, they are better because they are not plucked green from the tree and kept in cold storage for up to a year. Bananas are only an hour's drive away at most.

Saturday, May 8, 2010

Stormtrooper

This is your basic riding gear: Helmet is a requirement for motorcycles in Ho Chi Minh City, but I figured it works for bicycles as well. I'm not quite sure what the mask is for. It doesn't filter out pollution--actually it doesn't filter anything, it just suffocates you slowly. All I know is it hides your fear, so it's worth having. The goggles are my own contribution after spending over a day in agony from a bit of grit in my eye. As for the chalk--every exposed bit from your helmet or bike will be covered in it. Every time you park you get an new number chalked in which slowly fades into meaningless shapes. Seems a bit pointless really--chances are you'll have any number at one time.

Friday, May 7, 2010

Fish and Coffee in the same sentence!

Yesterday I went with a friend to a little known place up north. We were still within Ho Chi Minh city limits, yet we were surrounded by little local resorts on either side of the canal. Then we went to a place that is unique to Vietnam--a cafe where you go to sip coffee and play cards with friends. And fish. We occupy a little platform and relax, drink, and fish off the side. I caught a really puny fish and then remembered that I hate hurting the fish. Funny how you can forget your principles--maybe it was the place itself, and maybe it was the way the fish went after the bait like bloodthirsty piranhas.

Tuesday, May 4, 2010

Mui Ne

I'd been under the impression that trains are useless in Vietnam--they run on narrow tracks of an ancient French design, so they're terribly slow and crowded. Maybe that's just the train from Hanoi to Ho Chi Minh City. Anyway, here we are boarding a train to Mui Ne: a beach resort town directly East of us.
We're on the "first class" compartment, though once a kid pukes next to you you're back to 5th class. And when he pukes before the train even starts, that may be 6th class. The trip back was on the local compartment, and the joke is its exactly the same minus a complimentary Banh Mi and Hot Dog. Anyway, we're about to enjoy 3 B's: bickering, bread, and birds. Or maybe only I will enjoy birds. On a rushing train, it's hard to identify anything, but I got the quickest life-bird ever: a long tailed shrike. It was a shrike with a long tail. Piece of cake.



The scenery from a moving train is compelling, but unfortunately very unphotogenic, filthy windows notwithstanding. We're passing by quaint villages, corrugated metal huts, dusty towns with tan to bright red-ochre dust, water buffalo holes, rice paddies in various stages of production, and here a little hut by a rubber tree farm.


And, closer to Mui Ne, many dragonfruit "orchards." These are made from verticle reinforced concrete beams with about four snakey dragonfruit cacti growing up the sides and blossoming over the top. I was to learn that there is a green, thick skinned variety that is much sweeter than the usual rose-pink.


4.5 hours later we're at the honeymoon suite at the Sea Lion resort! Which is 2 floors away from Jenny's parents own honeymoon suite. And now, it's time to take care of serious business...



Noodles. Jenny's parents haven't been out much, and haven't grasped the idea that when at a luxury resort you eat OUT. So they packed a huge yet lightweight bag full of noodles.



The resort itself is gorgeous, yet the same as resorts everywhere: some garden paths through some flowering laurels, plumerias and some laden papaya trees to a crystal clear pool one step away from the beach.





Here's a little pond squeaking and burping with frog-song during the night.



And, completely unappreciated by all, birds. This olive-backed sunbird was right over our heads, all-too happy to pose for us.

As if there was room for more sparrows in the world: a plain-backed sparrow. Another house-sparrow spinoff, but a life-bird for me.



You can rent a bike for $1 per 2 hours--why not? There is one road along the beach in Mui Ne which is basically there to serve the many resorts. There are plenty of horrifically expensive tourist shops, spas of a dubious nature, tourist shops catering to those of the Russian persuasion, and some expat cafes. I don't like them--they seem to cater to the home-sick.

And plenty of Green Bee-Eaters. What a crazy bird--built entirely for the human eye, wings bearing a shimmering gold. There are plenty of tall sand dunes around, which no doubt is great nesting habitat for them.



Animals burst forth at night. These huge scarabs are everywhere, leaving their child-squashed corpses in the morning. Better yet, the termite mounds spewed swarms of flying termites. It was like snow falling. At an outdoor restaurant I was watching a wall gecko fill its belly with them.

And plenty of adorable toads! Although they seemed amazingly oblivious to the swarms of poorly flying termites and were after ants.


After a long dinner of accidentally swallowed termites and scarabs, it's time for a serious breakfast.

And exactly 2 hours later, swimming!



And then more noodles. This time of a particularly complicated variety "made with Japanese Technology!!!"



And at night, we went to a famous local seafood restaurant. This is a sad-looking Slipper Lobster (here they call it a Tiger Lobster, who knows why). It looks like a fast creature, because its head is modified into a tail fluke--the actual tail being the forward propulsion limb. It is very tasty and makes a good meal--hardly any gross parts, just lots of tail meat. The spiny lobsters are a complete waste--a small tail with a large gut-filled carapace, and not even any claw meat.



The prices are stupendously high for Vietnamese food. Where 120,000d will get you a multi-course large and yummy meal, here 4 to 700,000d will only get you a kilo of crab or lobster. You find out the prices while you are in a dim torture-like chamber which they call an "aquarium" as they hand over your live slipper lobsters as if they were puppies for sale. I'm sorry to say I had a bit of turtle shock at the price, which got Jenny really, really mad. She punished me by forcing me to eat a whole plate of Calamari. Not the rings and tentacle kind--the "just throw the buggers into the pot: guts, brains, egg-cases, ink-glands, squid-bone, eyes, beak and all" variety. My squid comparative anatomy is spotty enough, and I'd it like to stay that way, thank you very much. They tasted like squid well enough, but the process of eating them is awful--just awful.


Sharing the camera with some Vietnamese gogo singers makes Jenny feel a little better.