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Showing posts with label hospitality. Show all posts
Showing posts with label hospitality. Show all posts

Tuesday, April 24, 2012

Genuine Viet hospitality (+ rice wine)


I've met a number of visitors to Vietnam who share varying thoughts on the Vietnamese population. This, being pinpointed at the northern region of the country (where I'm currently based).

Whilst some may find the Vietnamese direct, forceful, aggressive, short/hot-tempered, greedy (money-wise), argumentative and grumpy - some, in contrast may find them sweet, warm, generous, helpful and cute as a nut. Both, I think, are not false accusations – but naturally.. I'm weighted towards the positives. My guesses are, it depends on which angle you hit them at, and of course, the location i.e. tourist areas may deem more futile!

I believe it's a two-way process. What you give, is definitely what you get. You smile, they usually smile. Coming from a non-super trooper attitude, my experience so far of the Vietnamese is consistently positive. Perhaps my non-existent Vietnamese language skills promotes my naive behavior – such that I'm unable to detect the negative teasing, sniggering and criticism that potentially takes place between themselves regarding us foreigners (because, believe me, my ears have burnt and palms itched a number of times!). But all in all, I reckon they are a cool bunch of people.

Whilst you are not usually faced with the sweet unprovoked smiles that are easily generated from the neighbouring countries of Thailand, Cambodia and Laos (much of which I'm very fond of), the Vietnamese generally palm off a stern frown – perhaps obnoxious looking. But this, to me, is truth, diligence, a hardworking opportunistic ethic and directness. I like it. You; as a tourist – initially, must be: thick-skinned, sharp and a quick reactor. There's nothing more fun than pushing in line. I’ve developed a love and a profound utility for my elbows - they work in so many situations. Splendid.



.The Hospitality

So the aim of this post is to talk about the positives aspects…the genuine Vietnamese hospitality I've encountered so far. Some very warm and comforting hospitality - usually out of the blue. Never demanded, somehow each time it seems to involve food / meal of some sort (ăn cơm!). Oh, and of course..rice wine. Invited and much welcomed to eat, share our foreign knowledge and absorb their way of life.




.The Family Sit-Down Meal

In a few Asian countries, I enjoy how the floor is utilised and a simple method of eating takes place. This is largely so in Vietnamese homes. Sharing is caring and sitting cross-legged on the bamboo laid mat around the numerous delightful dishes of fresh succulent food in full circle is the way to go about it. Much loved.






.Devoured Viet Dishes

It can be tough for a vegetarian since each meal is seemingly plastered with carnivorous cuisines. A meal tends to involve spring rolls, chicken, pork, pig intestines/blood, fish, soup, local (sometimes home-grown) vegetables, tofu, baby eggplant, cucumber, mint leaves, lime leaves, rice…. I’ve sampled the occasional duck (as per below), duck blood in cold soup style - flavoured and with peanuts (surprisingly very tasty!), barbecued squid, and er..dog. Yes. I’ve tried the poor pet…also along with the poor pigs, poor chickens, poor ducks.

How could I say no....?





One example of how the food arrived..
Much of the food is extremely fresh. Exquisite. It was fun visiting the tiny local market with Van. As we left to make our way home, her mother passed her a very recently purchased live pure white duck of which she carried by its wings in its strain. After my squeamish refusal of holding the poor thing, this resulted in beautiful girl Van doing what women do best; multi-tasking. Whilst the duck was calmly placed in her left hand and me sat behind her on the motorbike (helpless me), in her innocent and jaded manner we returned along the bumpy roads back to her village (note: motorbike multi-tasking seems to be the norm here). The contrast had me giggling. As I kept well away from the kitchen, I left her father to do the rest of the business. An hour or so later, we were sat cross-legged on the bamboo mat around the freshly boiled succulent duck.

*Welcome to Asia*






.A meal is not a meal without this beverage..

...It’s hard to say no. Infact, it's an insult. Which leads me to rice wine. A meal cannot go ahead without rice wine (or plum/apple/corn wine - which are equally as tasty, if not, more). Typically this drinking style takes place between Vietnamese men and all foreigners. The fermented rice beverage is pure alcohol; locally produced. Group drinking, paired drinking, you invite me, I invite you, we cheers to life health luck and what-not, we neck it down 100%, and then we full-heartedly handshake…oh dear. Then stuff yourself with as much food as possible to rid the devilled alcohol. "Where’s the water?!" They don’t drink water! "Eat a cucumber instead", they cry! The meal usually results in endless laughter, and mumbled talk…the joy of food has been outweighed by the new thunder of rice wine. Without sounding like a creature with alcoholic tendencies, it seems that rice wine and a Vietnamese sit down meal goes hand in hand. How complimentary!

Note: This does not mean that beer is not involved too. Bia Hoi all the way!





.Cheers

It's been a real pleasure and very grateful to have met, and continually meet such genuine and comedian characters that top it off by hosting some of the best meals. I thank thee for your warm & kind hospitality.

It’s been a BLAST.


cảm ơn nhiều!




Hospitality taken place: Everywhere in Vietnam - but featured on this post: SaPa, BacHa, YenBai, PhuToc.



Wednesday, March 14, 2012

BurmIslamic hospitality



Yep, still posting about Burma. Even after two months of leaving! And even so, this is by no means JUST a travel blog. All inspirational posts. Bear with me, bear with..

I'm certain that those who have visited Burma, would concur, that what makes Burma that tad extra bit special is not only the mystical scenery, but the kind-natured personas of the Burmese population. I wouldn't be able to tell you how many times I experienced their genuine hospitality, kindness, smiles, sweetness - and most being out of the blue. I'm not all in it for love and am far from being a happy-go-lucky--finding-goodness-with-all traveller. But after generalised analysis..they are, just awesome.

It's not just the pure Burmese of the country, it's the different ethnic minorities that form the 58.8 million+ population. We have, in addition to the Burmans...the Shan, Karen, Rakhine, Chinese, Indian, Mon, Nepalese (don't get me started on the foods that these ethnicities generate in this one country!).


Some potential reasons why they are so top-notch

- Perhaps due to their suppressed government military regime and their once closed country...
- Perhaps Burma sees fewer tourists (less than the main chunk of S.E. Asia)...
Plenty of reasons. Or,
- Perhaps it's that Buddhist element of a country...?

Though, on that note, I'm going to share with you ONE example of many hospitable experiences with a bunch of Burmese Muslims.

Walking around at dawn in any city is fascinating - watching the day begin, colours emerging and ever-changing, the air is cleaner and fresh, birds are a-tweeting, the early-risers are slightly more intriguing that the day wanderers. What I also enjoy witnessing are the small businesses opening..




6am: Yangon, we strode by the Muslim area and by a very busy mosque, we came upon the only open 'busy' tea shop/chapati stall. The spicy aromas arising from the street stall were tremendous (try combining that with the moist fresh air!). Morning prayers were just finishing and we were nicely welcomed to sit on the plastic stalls amongst some splendid Muslim locality. Often quite straight-faced to begin with, this group of men were carrying strong smiles and intriguing attitude. Little English and obviously no Burmese, we manage to communicate. I admire their calm natures. These men meet about five times a day, everyday - before, during and post prayers, so they're practically family. Whilst sipping our delightfully sweet Burmese Laphet (milky tea) and 'conversing', we are confronted with some delicious chick pea curry egged dishes and chapati(?) for breakfast. I wouldn't be able to tell you the names of these dishes...but street food has got to be utmost flavoursome.

It turns out they pay for our meals. Appreciated! Immensely. And we arrange to meet later in the day (this time, lunch on us). Lunch, paid for again (?!). We meet them the next morning at 7.30am, breakfast and laphet once again - they pay. So unnecessarily, yet they insist. It's their kind gesture to say 'Thank you for visiting our country'.

We meet again, we try to exchange gifts. One gives me his pen 'So you remember me..' he pleads. Then his friend proudly places his well-used greasy comb with many-a-hairs in front of me, 'My gift to you, so you remember me'. It feels terrible to say No, but seriously, what am I to do with a used comb?!! I kindly smile, and beckon a 'It's ok, thank you! You might need it...'. In return, I have nothing to give...a strand of head hair maybe?! Instead, I can only offer my shoddy art skills and sketch them in a fairly rushed awkward way. We enjoy their open chats, their smiles and good hearts. On the final day, one of the guys gives a gift of jade gemstone. Wow. Mine, wedged in a gold pendant...'We love Burma, we hope you do too. We want to say THANK YOU, for visiting our country. Come again next year.'

Just talking to them was appreciating enough, but a jade gift and brilliant hospitality. Heart-rendering!
To be treasured..

I know that living there is completely different to visiting. But just imagine a nation that's suffered aplenty over the years and a majority still sustain this attitude...love it.

Chezu tinbade!




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