Hoi An, Vietnam, A UNESCO World Heritage Site

Spectacular Hoi An

Bougainvillea bursting with magenta blossoms hang heavy over doorways and awnings. Fishermen drift lazily along the river, casting long coils of box nets over the side of their simple wooden boats. Delicious aromas waft out of Pho shops. By 6 a.m. I am walking the streets of Hoi An. In the soft dawn light and misty rain, the colors of these ancient houses merge into a suffused golden glow. Through the shutters of one golden house drift strains of classical music being played on a piano. Everywhere I look, another photo is screaming to be taken.

Colorful streets of Hoi An

Colorful streets of Hoi An

Fisherman lets out a fish creel on the canal

Fisherman lets out a fish creel on the canal

Massive blooming Bougainvillea overhangs a shop entryway

Massive blooming Bougainvillea overhangs a shop entryway


I walk street after street, wandering, mouth agape at the sights, sounds and smells of this city, which itself is a UNESCO World Heritage Site.

Traditional fishing flatboats on the canal

Traditional fishing flatboats on the canal

Live-aboard fishing boats tied up on the waterfront

Live-aboard fishing boats tied up on the waterfront

Selling leafy green vegetables in the central market

Selling leafy green vegetables in the central market

Following the river takes me to the Central Market where I join the throng of pedestrians, bicycles, pedicabs, and motorbikes as the locals shop for their daily fruits and vegetables. Here one can buy food, clothing, shoes, tools, cooking utensils – almost anything – and every shopkeeper tries to lure me into their stall, “You come look my shop, Madame?” Being on the road for six months has provided me with an easy excuse not to buy anything. I simply can’t carry it.

Enjoying Pho in the front porch of a local home

Enjoying Pho in the front porch of a local home

My intended destination is a restaurant that the front desk clerk recommended as the best Pho in town, Pho Lien, but I walk in circles trying to find it and finally get so caught up in the beauty of this place that I forgot all about food. By 10 AM I am starving. I start asking locals how to find the restaurant by holding out the map that the front desk clerk has marked with the name of the restaurant. Every person I ask nods and points down the street. I walk up and down, searching, but simply cannot find a restaurant of any type. Finally, one woman who speaks a little English takes pity on me, explaining, “Next corner – where all motorcycle.”

Vegetarian Pho in Hoi An, Vietnam

Vegetarian Pho in Hoi An, Vietnam

It’s no wonder I couldn’t find it. Hidden behind a tall block fence, with no sign and hardly an interior light, three women toil in the courtyard in front of their home. I poke my head in questioningly and they beckon me inside, motioning for me to sit. The table I choose is adjacent to the front window of what appears to be a living room, however it is filled with women sewing garments on ancient machines. As I wait for my meal, people stream in and out of the house, carrying in additional sewing machines and carrying out bundles of finished goods.

My attention is drawn back to the restaurant. In the center of the courtyard sits an old wooden cart, from which all the preparation is done. Along the fence, three circular concrete pits hold wood fires that the women continually stoke. Smoke from the wood fires mingles with steam from long steel strainers used to dunk the rice noodles in boiling water. From my table across the courtyard I suddenly see that chunks of meat are being added to my Pho. Ah… “thoi ang tchao?” I say. I must have said it correctly because they remove the meat.

The hotel clerk was right, this is some of the most delicious Pho I have ever eaten. Total cost of the meal, including a bottle of water, is $20,000 Dong, or about $1.25. After breakfast (brunch?) I have a sweet tooth so I go in search of desserts. The Vietnamese seem not to be big on desserts but I find one street stall that has coconut and bean pastries. I am especially fond of the small cookies that are stuffed with sweet bean paste. I have had these somewhere else – in some other country – but cannot remember where. No longer hungry I resume my leisurely stroll, taking in the sights.

Wood carvers chip away at a giant Buddha

Wood carvers chip away at a giant Buddha

At one storefront I watch as craftsmen chip away at huge logs until they are transformed into intricate carvings. At another I speak with an artist who has painted some of the most stunning oils I have ever seen; his price for a 3′ x 5′ framed oil is $125.

Gorgeous original oil paintings by a Vietnamese artist

Gorgeous original oil paintings by a Vietnamese artist

I linger a while in front of a dark, smoky storefront where men crouch on low stools in front of a board game that looks something like checkers. A few of the men glance up at me curiously, wondering why I am watching. The bulk of the real work in Vietnam is done by women; they run all the shops, prepare all the food, do all the shopping, raise the children, do all the laundry – seemingly everything – while the men smoke and socialize.

Around noon I head back to my hotel to see about a tour for the afternoon. I believe I will leave here tomorrow morning, so I want to take a half-day trip to Danang, China Beach, Hai Van Pass and Marble Mountain. So far, Hoi An is my favorite place in Vietnam.

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