Vietnam’s cultural history, the people, and cities continue to fascinate the international tourist. This ancient country with its diverse fauna and flora attracts back-packers from every corner of the world. You cannot resist the inspiring visual effects of their cultures, the many ethnic tribes; which compels you to explore this ancient land of Vietnam.
Hoa Lu, in Ninh Binh province has a long history of ancient battles, fire breathing dragons, and stories of kings from long ago. John McCoy and Leonie Campbell decided to travel to this ancient site, to experience the atmosphere there, for themselves. The local people refer to Hoa Lu as ‘the inland Hi Long bay;’ where the sharply peaked mountains rise from out of the mists, as they also rise from the foaming ocean.
In the morning mist rising from the river, we climbed aboard the mini-bus. The other passengers greeted us, as we offered our travel documents to our guide. As we moved through the early morning streets of Hanoi, we noticed that the Vietnamese people were already hard at work. The markets had opened at four A.M. and were bustling with extraordinary energy, as produce was delivered from the provinces. These industrious people loaded their food stalls; they were intent on their own personal challenges for survival.
Moving away from the city streets, we observed the changing scenery of paddy fields, buffalos colored the rural scene. The small brick homes on the roadside, and farmers and their families working hard together, harvesting and planting new crops of vegetables.
The various shades of green caught our eye; of young rice vibrant with life, to the duller green of the sugarcane. This energy of life was so apparent, that it overwhelmed us. The travelers silently watched the kaleidoscope of colors, as they moved through the rural landscape.
Hoa Lu also takes it name from the formations of limestone outcrops, caves and waterways, an echo of Hai Long, coastline. Our guide announced that we would be stopping to visit two ancient Cham temples lying deep in the valley. Hoi Lu in ancient times had been the center of an empire, built by ancient Kings. They had planned a vast city to become the capital of Vietnam. The local history is rich with fables of these kings and their desire to protect their people from the invaders from the North. Many battles were fought here against the invading Chinese hordes. The rocky ramparts and secret allies within this valley of mysteries, protected the Vietnamese Royal court.
On alighting from our mini-bus we were immediately surrounded by the village people, who displayed their embroidered tablecloths and other colorful wares. The poverty of this region was apparent, and many tourists were persuaded to buy trinkets from these determined people.
We looked in awe at the crumbling temple, and were told of its historical importance in this region. An elderly old priest with few teeth left, regaled us with tales of the ancient Kings and their wives. The stories were both humorous; and tragic as they spoke of great love, and corrupt courtiers. He reveled in telling us of great battles, and sudden death to the royal families over the centuries. Both John and I took many photos of the diverse scenery and the people. We spoke with the tribes of children that followed us everywhere; giving them dong, to appease their endless requests for aid.
We eventually reach Toc Can, where we stopped for lunch at a small café. The atmosphere was friendly as we ate alongside the locals. After lunch, the tourists moved to the small jetty, and prepared to embark in small reed boats that would take them through the waterways, to the caves and beyond.
A mixture of languages flew as the tourists decided whether or not they would trust these small flimsy boats. After all, weren't we too heavy and they might sink? But surprisingly enough, once you negotiated the moment of stepping onto these boats, you were able to relax and enjoy the experience. Hoa Lu waterways are a series of large canals that wind their way through grasslands and vast beds of rushes.
The atmosphere on the canals is serene; with your boatman or woman steering by means of long poles, often with their feet. In the distance you can see through the floating mist the outline of the mountains, and limestone formations. After about a half and hour you approach the first cave, through which you glide in silence, admiring the limestone stalagmites far above you. In some of the caves the caves, the ceiling has collapsed, and you must duck your head to avoid a nasty accident. When you leave the caves, the canals continue to meander into the distance, with the occasional ducks for company. Your guide tells you of the history of his home land, but often its difficult to follow the xxxxx heading towards the next limestone chamber.
At the end of your voyage, you find that the locals have been waiting for you, with food, softdrink and the local embroidered tableware. As you are a captive audience and need to complete the journey back to the docking area, you buy something to keep the peace. Those that didn't want to comply found that they needed to purchase in the end, or their journey was delayed for sometime.
Despite the small irritations created by the locals insisting we needed to buy things we did not need, the trip itself was well worth it. We returned to our hotel tired by happy, planning to see more of Vietnam in the future.
The Mysteries of Hoa Lu.
Vietnam’s cultural history, the people, and cities continue to fascinate the international tourist. This ancient country with its diverse fauna and flora attracts back-packers from every corner of the world. You cannot resist the inspiring visual effects of their cultures, the many ethnic tribes; which compels you to explore this ancient land of Vietnam.
Hoa Lu, in Ninh Binh province has a long history of ancient battles, fire breathing dragons, and stories of kings from long ago. John McCoy and Leonie Campbell decided to travel to this ancient site, to experience the atmosphere there, for themselves. The local people refer to Hoa Lu as ‘the inland Hi Long bay;’ where the sharply peaked mountains rise from out of the mists, as they also rise from the foaming ocean.
In the morning mist rising from the river, we climbed aboard the mini-bus. The other passengers greeted us, as we offered our travel documents to our guide. As we moved through the early morning streets of Hanoi, we noticed that the Vietnamese people were already hard at work. The markets had opened at four A.M. and were bustling with extraordinary energy, as produce was delivered from the provinces. These industrious people loaded their food stalls; they were intent on their own personal challenges for survival.
Moving away from the city streets, we observed the changing scenery of paddy fields, buffalos colored the rural scene. The small brick homes on the roadside, and farmers and their families working hard together, harvesting and planting new crops of vegetables.
The various shades of green caught our eye; of young rice vibrant with life, to the duller green of the sugarcane. This energy of life was so apparent, that it overwhelmed us. The travelers silently watched the kaleidoscope of colors, as they moved through the rural landscape.
Hoa Lu also takes it name from the formations of limestone outcrops, caves and waterways, an echo of Hai Long, coastline. Our guide announced that we would be stopping to visit two ancient Cham temples lying deep in the valley. Hoi Lu in ancient times had been the center of an empire, built by ancient Kings. They had planned a vast city to become the capital of Vietnam. The local history is rich with fables of these kings and their desire to protect their people from the invaders from the North. Many battles were fought here against the invading Chinese hordes. The rocky ramparts and secret allies within this valley of mysteries, protected the Vietnamese Royal court.
On alighting from our mini-bus we were immediately surrounded by the village people, who displayed their embroidered tablecloths and other colorful wares. The poverty of this region was apparent, and many tourists were persuaded to buy trinkets from these determined people.
We looked in awe at the crumbling temple, and were told of its historical importance in this region. An elderly old priest with few teeth left, regaled us with tales of the ancient Kings and their wives. The stories were both humorous; and tragic as they spoke of great love, and corrupt courtiers. He reveled in telling us of great battles, and sudden death to the royal families over the centuries. Both John and I took many photos of the diverse scenery and the people. We spoke with the tribes of children that followed us everywhere; giving them dong, to appease their endless requests for aid.
We eventually reach Toc Can, where we stopped for lunch at a small café. The atmosphere was friendly as we ate alongside the locals. After lunch, the tourists moved to the small jetty, and prepared to embark in small reed boats that would take them through the waterways, to the caves and beyond.
A mixture of languages flew as the tourists decided whether or not they would trust these small flimsy boats. After all, weren't we too heavy and they might sink? But surprisingly enough, once you negotiated the moment of stepping onto these boats, you were able to relax and enjoy the experience. Hoa Lu waterways are a series of large canals that wind their way through grasslands and vast beds of rushes.
The atmosphere on the canals is serene; with your boatman or woman steering by means of long poles, often with their feet. In the distance you can see through the floating mist the outline of the mountains, and limestone formations. After about a half and hour you approach the first cave, through which you glide in silence, admiring the limestone stalagmites far above you. In some of the caves the caves, the ceiling has collapsed, and you must duck your head to avoid a nasty accident. When you leave the caves, the canals continue to meander into the distance, with the occasional ducks for company. Your guide tells you of the history of his home land, but often its difficult to follow the xxxxx heading towards the next limestone chamber.
At the end of your voyage, you find that the locals have been waiting for you, with food, softdrink and the local embroidered tableware. As you are a captive audience and need to complete the journey back to the docking area, you buy something to keep the peace. Those that didn't want to comply found that they needed to purchase in the end, or their journey was delayed for sometime.
Despite the small irritations created by the locals insisting we needed to buy things we did not need, the trip itself was well worth it. We returned to our hotel tired by happy, planning to see more of Vietnam in the future.
The Mysteries of Hoa Lu.
Vietnam’s cultural history, the people, and cities continue to fascinate the international tourist. This ancient country with its diverse fauna and flora attracts back-packers from every corner of the world. You cannot resist the inspiring visual effects of their cultures, the many ethnic tribes; which compels you to explore this ancient land of Vietnam.
Hoa Lu, in Ninh Binh province has a long history of ancient battles, fire breathing dragons, and stories of kings from long ago. John McCoy and Leonie Campbell decided to travel to this ancient site, to experience the atmosphere there, for themselves. The local people refer to Hoa Lu as ‘the inland Hi Long bay;’ where the sharply peaked mountains rise from out of the mists, as they also rise from the foaming ocean.
In the morning mist rising from the river, we climbed aboard the mini-bus. The other passengers greeted us, as we offered our travel documents to our guide. As we moved through the early morning streets of Hanoi, we noticed that the Vietnamese people were already hard at work. The markets had opened at four A.M. and were bustling with extraordinary energy, as produce was delivered from the provinces. These industrious people loaded their food stalls; they were intent on their own personal challenges for survival.
Moving away from the city streets, we observed the changing scenery of paddy fields, buffalos colored the rural scene. The small brick homes on the roadside, and farmers and their families working hard together, harvesting and planting new crops of vegetables.
The various shades of green caught our eye; of young rice vibrant with life, to the duller green of the sugarcane. This energy of life was so apparent, that it overwhelmed us. The travelers silently watched the kaleidoscope of colors, as they moved through the rural landscape.
Hoa Lu also takes it name from the formations of limestone outcrops, caves and waterways, an echo of Hai Long, coastline. Our guide announced that we would be stopping to visit two ancient Cham temples lying deep in the valley. Hoi Lu in ancient times had been the center of an empire, built by ancient Kings. They had planned a vast city to become the capital of Vietnam. The local history is rich with fables of these kings and their desire to protect their people from the invaders from the North. Many battles were fought here against the invading Chinese hordes. The rocky ramparts and secret allies within this valley of mysteries, protected the Vietnamese Royal court.
On alighting from our mini-bus we were immediately surrounded by the village people, who displayed their embroidered tablecloths and other colorful wares. The poverty of this region was apparent, and many tourists were persuaded to buy trinkets from these determined people.
We looked in awe at the crumbling temple, and were told of its historical importance in this region. An elderly old priest with few teeth left, regaled us with tales of the ancient Kings and their wives. The stories were both humorous; and tragic as they spoke of great love, and corrupt courtiers. He reveled in telling us of great battles, and sudden death to the royal families over the centuries. Both John and I took many photos of the diverse scenery and the people. We spoke with the tribes of children that followed us everywhere; giving them dong, to appease their endless requests for aid.
We eventually reach Toc Can, where we stopped for lunch at a small café. The atmosphere was friendly as we ate alongside the locals. After lunch, the tourists moved to the small jetty, and prepared to embark in small reed boats that would take them through the waterways, to the caves and beyond.
A mixture of languages flew as the tourists decided whether or not they would trust these small flimsy boats. After all, weren't we too heavy and they might sink? But surprisingly enough, once you negotiated the moment of stepping onto these boats, you were able to relax and enjoy the experience. Hoa Lu waterways are a series of large canals that wind their way through grasslands and vast beds of rushes.
The atmosphere on the canals is serene; with your boatman or woman steering by means of long poles, often with their feet. In the distance you can see through the floating mist the outline of the mountains, and limestone formations. After about a half and hour you approach the first cave, through which you glide in silence, admiring the limestone stalagmites far above you. In some of the caves the caves, the ceiling has collapsed, and you must duck your head to avoid a nasty accident. When you leave the caves, the canals continue to meander into the distance, with the occasional ducks for company. Your guide tells you of the history of his home land, but often its difficult to follow the xxxxx heading towards the next limestone chamber.
At the end of your voyage, you find that the locals have been waiting for you, with food, softdrink and the local embroidered tableware. As you are a captive audience and need to complete the journey back to the docking area, you buy something to keep the peace. Those that didn't want to comply found that they needed to purchase in the end, or their journey was delayed for sometime.
Despite the small irritations created by the locals insisting we needed to buy things we did not need, the trip itself was well worth it. We returned to our hotel tired by happy, planning to see more of Vietnam in the future.
The Mysteries of Hoa Lu.
Vietnam’s cultural history, the people, and cities continue to fascinate the international tourist. This ancient country with its diverse fauna and flora attracts back-packers from every corner of the world. You cannot resist the inspiring visual effects of their cultures, the many ethnic tribes; which compels you to explore this ancient land of Vietnam.
Hoa Lu, in Ninh Binh province has a long history of ancient battles, fire breathing dragons, and stories of kings from long ago. John McCoy and Leonie Campbell decided to travel to this ancient site, to experience the atmosphere there, for themselves. The local people refer to Hoa Lu as ‘the inland Hi Long bay;’ where the sharply peaked mountains rise from out of the mists, as they also rise from the foaming ocean.
In the morning mist rising from the river, we climbed aboard the mini-bus. The other passengers greeted us, as we offered our travel documents to our guide. As we moved through the early morning streets of Hanoi, we noticed that the Vietnamese people were already hard at work. The markets had opened at four A.M. and were bustling with extraordinary energy, as produce was delivered from the provinces. These industrious people loaded their food stalls; they were intent on their own personal challenges for survival.
Moving away from the city streets, we observed the changing scenery of paddy fields, buffalos colored the rural scene. The small brick homes on the roadside, and farmers and their families working hard together, harvesting and planting new crops of vegetables.
The various shades of green caught our eye; of young rice vibrant with life, to the duller green of the sugarcane. This energy of life was so apparent, that it overwhelmed us. The travelers silently watched the kaleidoscope of colors, as they moved through the rural landscape.
Hoa Lu also takes it name from the formations of limestone outcrops, caves and waterways, an echo of Hai Long, coastline. Our guide announced that we would be stopping to visit two ancient Cham temples lying deep in the valley. Hoi Lu in ancient times had been the center of an empire, built by ancient Kings. They had planned a vast city to become the capital of Vietnam. The local history is rich with fables of these kings and their desire to protect their people from the invaders from the North. Many battles were fought here against the invading Chinese hordes. The rocky ramparts and secret allies within this valley of mysteries, protected the Vietnamese Royal court.
On alighting from our mini-bus we were immediately surrounded by the village people, who displayed their embroidered tablecloths and other colorful wares. The poverty of this region was apparent, and many tourists were persuaded to buy trinkets from these determined people.
We looked in awe at the crumbling temple, and were told of its historical importance in this region. An elderly old priest with few teeth left, regaled us with tales of the ancient Kings and their wives. The stories were both humorous; and tragic as they spoke of great love, and corrupt courtiers. He reveled in telling us of great battles, and sudden death to the royal families over the centuries. Both John and I took many photos of the diverse scenery and the people. We spoke with the tribes of children that followed us everywhere; giving them dong, to appease their endless requests for aid.
We eventually reach Toc Can, where we stopped for lunch at a small café. The atmosphere was friendly as we ate alongside the locals. After lunch, the tourists moved to the small jetty, and prepared to embark in small reed boats that would take them through the waterways, to the caves and beyond.
A mixture of languages flew as the tourists decided whether or not they would trust these small flimsy boats. After all, weren't we too heavy and they might sink? But surprisingly enough, once you negotiated the moment of stepping onto these boats, you were able to relax and enjoy the experience. Hoa Lu waterways are a series of large canals that wind their way through grasslands and vast beds of rushes.
The atmosphere on the canals is serene; with your boatman or woman steering by means of long poles, often with their feet. In the distance you can see through the floating mist the outline of the mountains, and limestone formations. After about a half and hour you approach the first cave, through which you glide in silence, admiring the limestone stalagmites far above you. In some of the caves the caves, the ceiling has collapsed, and you must duck your head to avoid a nasty accident. When you leave the caves, the canals continue to meander into the distance, with the occasional ducks for company. Your guide tells you of the history of his home land, but often its difficult to follow the xxxxx heading towards the next limestone chamber.
At the end of your voyage, you find that the locals have been waiting for you, with food, softdrink and the local embroidered tableware. As you are a captive audience and need to complete the journey back to the docking area, you buy something to keep the peace. Those that didn't want to comply found that they needed to purchase in the end, or their journey was delayed for sometime.
Despite the small irritations created by the locals insisting we needed to buy things we did not need, the trip itself was well worth it. We returned to our hotel tired by happy, planning to see more of Vietnam in the future.
The Mysteries of Hoa Lu.
Vietnam’s cultural history, the people, and cities continue to fascinate the international tourist. This ancient country with its diverse fauna and flora attracts back-packers from every corner of the world. You cannot resist the inspiring visual effects of their cultures, the many ethnic tribes; which compels you to explore this ancient land of Vietnam.
Hoa Lu, in Ninh Binh province has a long history of ancient battles, fire breathing dragons, and stories of kings from long ago. John McCoy and Leonie Campbell decided to travel to this ancient site, to experience the atmosphere there, for themselves. The local people refer to Hoa Lu as ‘the inland Hi Long bay;’ where the sharply peaked mountains rise from out of the mists, as they also rise from the foaming ocean.
In the morning mist rising from the river, we climbed aboard the mini-bus. The other passengers greeted us, as we offered our travel documents to our guide. As we moved through the early morning streets of Hanoi, we noticed that the Vietnamese people were already hard at work. The markets had opened at four A.M. and were bustling with extraordinary energy, as produce was delivered from the provinces. These industrious people loaded their food stalls; they were intent on their own personal challenges for survival.
Moving away from the city streets, we observed the changing scenery of paddy fields, buffalos colored the rural scene. The small brick homes on the roadside, and farmers and their families working hard together, harvesting and planting new crops of vegetables.
The various shades of green caught our eye; of young rice vibrant with life, to the duller green of the sugarcane. This energy of life was so apparent, that it overwhelmed us. The travelers silently watched the kaleidoscope of colors, as they moved through the rural landscape.
Hoa Lu also takes it name from the formations of limestone outcrops, caves and waterways, an echo of Hai Long, coastline. Our guide announced that we would be stopping to visit two ancient Cham temples lying deep in the valley. Hoi Lu in ancient times had been the center of an empire, built by ancient Kings. They had planned a vast city to become the capital of Vietnam. The local history is rich with fables of these kings and their desire to protect their people from the invaders from the North. Many battles were fought here against the invading Chinese hordes. The rocky ramparts and secret allies within this valley of mysteries, protected the Vietnamese Royal court.
On alighting from our mini-bus we were immediately surrounded by the village people, who displayed their embroidered tablecloths and other colorful wares. The poverty of this region was apparent, and many tourists were persuaded to buy trinkets from these determined people.
We looked in awe at the crumbling temple, and were told of its historical importance in this region. An elderly old priest with few teeth left, regaled us with tales of the ancient Kings and their wives. The stories were both humorous; and tragic as they spoke of great love, and corrupt courtiers. He reveled in telling us of great battles, and sudden death to the royal families over the centuries. Both John and I took many photos of the diverse scenery and the people. We spoke with the tribes of children that followed us everywhere; giving them dong, to appease their endless requests for aid.
We eventually reach Toc Can, where we stopped for lunch at a small café. The atmosphere was friendly as we ate alongside the locals. After lunch, the tourists moved to the small jetty, and prepared to embark in small reed boats that would take them through the waterways, to the caves and beyond.
A mixture of languages flew as the tourists decided whether or not they would trust these small flimsy boats. After all, weren't we too heavy and they might sink? But surprisingly enough, once you negotiated the moment of stepping onto these boats, you were able to relax and enjoy the experience. Hoa Lu waterways are a series of large canals that wind their way through grasslands and vast beds of rushes.
The atmosphere on the canals is serene; with your boatman or woman steering by means of long poles, often with their feet. In the distance you can see through the floating mist the outline of the mountains, and limestone formations. After about a half and hour you approach the first cave, through which you glide in silence, admiring the limestone stalagmites far above you. In some of the caves the caves, the ceiling has collapsed, and you must duck your head to avoid a nasty accident. When you leave the caves, the canals continue to meander into the distance, with the occasional ducks for company. Your guide tells you of the history of his home land, but often its difficult to follow the xxxxx heading towards the next limestone chamber.
At the end of your voyage, you find that the locals have been waiting for you, with food, softdrink and the local embroidered tableware. As you are a captive audience and need to complete the journey back to the docking area, you buy something to keep the peace. Those that didn't want to comply found that they needed to purchase in the end, or their journey was delayed for sometime.
Despite the small irritations created by the locals insisting we needed to buy things we did not need, the trip itself was well worth it. We returned to our hotel tired by happy, planning to see more of Vietnam in the future.
The Mysteries of Hoa Lu.
Vietnam’s cultural history, the people, and cities continue to fascinate the international tourist. This ancient country with its diverse fauna and flora attracts back-packers from every corner of the world. You cannot resist the inspiring visual effects of their cultures, the many ethnic tribes; which compels you to explore this ancient land of Vietnam.
Hoa Lu, in Ninh Binh province has a long history of ancient battles, fire breathing dragons, and stories of kings from long ago. John McCoy and Leonie Campbell decided to travel to this ancient site, to experience the atmosphere there, for themselves. The local people refer to Hoa Lu as ‘the inland Hi Long bay;’ where the sharply peaked mountains rise from out of the mists, as they also rise from the foaming ocean.
In the morning mist rising from the river, we climbed aboard the mini-bus. The other passengers greeted us, as we offered our travel documents to our guide. As we moved through the early morning streets of Hanoi, we noticed that the Vietnamese people were already hard at work. The markets had opened at four A.M. and were bustling with extraordinary energy, as produce was delivered from the provinces. These industrious people loaded their food stalls; they were intent on their own personal challenges for survival.
Moving away from the city streets, we observed the changing scenery of paddy fields, buffalos colored the rural scene. The small brick homes on the roadside, and farmers and their families working hard together, harvesting and planting new crops of vegetables.
The various shades of green caught our eye; of young rice vibrant with life, to the duller green of the sugarcane. This energy of life was so apparent, that it overwhelmed us. The travelers silently watched the kaleidoscope of colors, as they moved through the rural landscape.
Hoa Lu also takes it name from the formations of limestone outcrops, caves and waterways, an echo of Hai Long, coastline. Our guide announced that we would be stopping to visit two ancient Cham temples lying deep in the valley. Hoi Lu in ancient times had been the center of an empire, built by ancient Kings. They had planned a vast city to become the capital of Vietnam. The local history is rich with fables of these kings and their desire to protect their people from the invaders from the North. Many battles were fought here against the invading Chinese hordes. The rocky ramparts and secret allies within this valley of mysteries, protected the Vietnamese Royal court.
On alighting from our mini-bus we were immediately surrounded by the village people, who displayed their embroidered tablecloths and other colorful wares. The poverty of this region was apparent, and many tourists were persuaded to buy trinkets from these determined people.
We looked in awe at the crumbling temple, and were told of its historical importance in this region. An elderly old priest with few teeth left, regaled us with tales of the ancient Kings and their wives. The stories were both humorous; and tragic as they spoke of great love, and corrupt courtiers. He reveled in telling us of great battles, and sudden death to the royal families over the centuries. Both John and I took many photos of the diverse scenery and the people. We spoke with the tribes of children that followed us everywhere; giving them dong, to appease their endless requests for aid.
We eventually reach Toc Can, where we stopped for lunch at a small café. The atmosphere was friendly as we ate alongside the locals. After lunch, the tourists moved to the small jetty, and prepared to embark in small reed boats that would take them through the waterways, to the caves and beyond.
A mixture of languages flew as the tourists decided whether or not they would trust these small flimsy boats. After all, weren't we too heavy and they might sink? But surprisingly enough, once you negotiated the moment of stepping onto these boats, you were able to relax and enjoy the experience. Hoa Lu waterways are a series of large canals that wind their way through grasslands and vast beds of rushes.
The atmosphere on the canals is serene; with your boatman or woman steering by means of long poles, often with their feet. In the distance you can see through the floating mist the outline of the mountains, and limestone formations. After about a half and hour you approach the first cave, through which you glide in silence, admiring the limestone stalagmites far above you. In some of the caves the caves, the ceiling has collapsed, and you must duck your head to avoid a nasty accident. When you leave the caves, the canals continue to meander into the distance, with the occasional ducks for company. Your guide tells you of the history of his home land, but often its difficult to follow the xxxxx heading towards the next limestone chamber.
At the end of your voyage, you find that the locals have been waiting for you, with food, softdrink and the local embroidered tableware. As you are a captive audience and need to complete the journey back to the docking area, you buy something to keep the peace. Those that didn't want to comply found that they needed to purchase in the end, or their journey was delayed for sometime.
Despite the small irritations created by the locals insisting we needed to buy things we did not need, the trip itself was well worth it. We returned to our hotel tired by happy, planning to see more of Vietnam in the future.
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