Halong Bay has become the international symbol of tourism in Vietnam. The limestone islands and turquoise blue waters are on every advertisement for flights, cruises, stop overs, etc. It was recognized as an UNESCO world heritage site in 1994, and again recognized in 2000 and 2004 by the international community for its beauty and historical significance.
Matt visited the bay back in July when his friends from the states were in town, so I decided to take advantage of our time in the north today to run over there myself.
I booked a tour that left early in the morning. As I was getting ready to go, someone in the hostel room had an alarm going off. Had I not already been awake, I would have been pissed at the 20 minutes he allowed it to beep before rousing to snooze it. I had an egg banh mi while I waited for the tour. When the guide arrived to get me, she led to me a bus filled with the other tourists signed up for the day long adventure.
There were a lot of fun people on the tour. I sat with a Portuguese family who regaled me with stories of working in healthcare in the UK. Ahead of me was a German kid who was traveling abroad for the first time to visit his brother that lived in Singapore. There were also a handful of Vietnamese, Hong Kong, and Australian tourists along for the adventure too.
The drive to Halong Bay is 3-4 hours from Hanoi. I slept for part of it and talked to the Portuguese family for part of it.
When we arrived our guide gave us a little briefing. The mythology of Halong Bay comes from a 1000 year old legend. According to the story, invaders from the north were threatening the tribes of Vietnam. The people prayed to the gods for help. In many Eastern traditions, God’s are depicted as dragons. The dragons sent down their children to protect Vietnam from the invasion. Fire and pearls rained down on the invaders and they eventually retreated to the lands from which they came. The dragon children, enchanted by its beauty, then settled in Halong Bay. “Halong” is Vietnamese for “descending dragons.”
Ironically (and I’m sure this stat is not faked by the government at all) there are 1,969 islands in the bay, which just so happens to be the same year that Ho Chi Minh died.
Our tour started in the Bay of Tonkin where we boarded the boat to sail up into Halong. Lunch was immediately served, and consistent of chicken, fish, shrimp, tofu, squid, fish balls, rice and cabbage. Dessert, as per usual in SE Asia, was fruit.
After eating, I went up above on the deck to get some pictures of the bay. The limestone islands quickly came into view and the contrast of green trees against the white rock and the teal water was stunning.
The people watching was pretty good too. There was German girl on board about my age. I overheard her say she had been living in Saigon since April. This week she was touring her family around Vietnam while they were here for a visit. Close behind her was a Danish jock type who had every intention of returning to Saigon with the German girl, despite her numerous attempts to brush him off. From taking off his shirt to “tan his abs,” to suggesting they take selfies together, he was laying it on thick, and she wasn’t having it.
Returning to the view, we were chugging along with the other tour boats. Much of the bay has been closed to the public so all of the day tour boats go to one area. It would have been fun to do an over night boat if we’d had more time, as they are permitted to go further into the bay. But around each island the lighting was a little different, and the view was constantly changing.
Unfortunately, like much of Asia, the pollution was disheartening. There was some trash floating near the islands, and some greasy looking patches that we sailed through. The Chinese are building up hotels and tourist parks in the city of Halong and the low pressure system this week was sucking all of the smog into the bay. But once we got tucked into a few coves, the views were quite nice. And in a way, seeing first hand the impact that mankind is having on nature feeds the fire to do more personally to preserve the natural wonder that is our planet.
The first stop on the tour was in one cove for kayaking. I joined the German kid in a tandem kayak. Wanting to take pictures, I sat in the front. I should have asked him if he knew how to steer a kayak before doing that, but it became quickly obvious that he didn’t.
“Okay,” I said as we struggled to go anywhere, “the front is the power the back is the steering.”
I started calling out which side I wanted him to paddle on and if he needed to row forwards or backwards.
“The more vertical you hold your paddle the more control you’ll have,” I explained.
“I didn’t want to splash you,” he said.
“It’s okay,” I laughed. “I don’t melt.”
Once he got the hang of it, we had a lot of fun paddling around for about 45 minutes (and I admittedly had fun playing teacher on the boat.) These views were my favorite part of the day. There were these little caves you could paddle through to more hidden coves. Tucked away from the big boats in the bay, it was so still and silent. Birds circled over head and the light dances on the green jungle leaves. It was absolutely tranquil.
We explored a few of the caves and coves before heading back to the boat. Our next stop was Heaven Palace Cave, the biggest cave in the bay. This portion of the tour was a walking tour. Our guide explained that the cave was discovered by a group of sailors trying to outrun a typhoon. When they arrived at this particular island, they saw monkeys climbing the hill. Following the primates’ lead, they found the monkeys were hiding in the giant cavern underground.
The inside of the cave was really more remarkable than I expected. A pinkish tan color, the rock formations were absolutely beautiful, as the cascading stalactites dripped down from the ceiling overhead. Occasionally, there were cracks overhead and little beams of sunlight would leak through casting beautiful shadows. I snapped tons of photos but my pictures really don’t do it justice.
On the way out, the German guy and I followed the signs for the grotto. I’m not sure if it was included in our tour or not, but no one stopped us. Again, the chasm underground was huge and nearly empty. It felt like an Indian Jones movie tracing around the slippery rock trails that led back into the cave.
Back on the boat, it was about an hour back to the harbor in Tonkin Bay. From there, we got back on the bus and began the 4 hour ride back to Hanoi. I slept most of the way, but construction along the road made the route take a little extra long.
It was late when I got back and Matt had already eaten, but he walked with me to get dinner. I decided to have Bun Cha one last time. Then we headed back to the hostel for one last roof top Mojito.
Next stop: Bangkok, to start the Thailand phase of our adventure.