The weather is closing in towards winter. Four months of greyness envelope Hanoi. It’s not too cold outside, just that it’s the same 17 degrees inside too. It is almost too cold for toeless sandals on the concrete jetty bar sticking out into the lake. From there you get an atmospheric greyscape view of Hanoi.
Even the West Lake turtle has had enough.
My answer to most such challenges is to hop on my bike and get out of town, the reasoning being that one can escape Hanoi’s persistent greyness caused by a stable weather system combined with pollution. I went to a nearby national park. The rides up and down were glorious.
It’s just that at the top the cloud won the day.
Because the views are supposed to be fantastic, I wanted to go again. I checked the weather forecast and shot off. However, sometimes one’s luck is out. This was the view second time around.
More drastic grey-escape measures were needed. I went with a friend to Yen Tu, one of the holiest Buddhist shrines in Vietnam, about 100 km from Hanoi. We rode through rain and mud. Base camp was a mini-village of pho stalls and restaurants and uninformed uniformed tourist guides. “This ‘ere cable car, what time does it shut?” “It is being repaired”. “Oh. Will it be working tomorrow?” This one was answered in a variety of ways including “Yes”, “No”, “Maybe”, “I don’t know yet”, and “3 No Trumps”. We read between the lines and understood that this meant there was absolutely no chance of the cable car working within our lifetimes. The claim from the hostel owner was that it would take 7 hours to get to the top and back, so we surmised that this was no easy stroll up a gentle slope but rather a true, brutal pilgrimage, and settled in for the evening, beer and noodles on offer, and agreed on an early start for the next morning.
At 7 we set off and were pleased that it was not too hot. After a kilometre the perspective changed as we were soaked from walking in cloud. The walk was severe. The steps were often uneven and hacked out of the mountainside. Perfume Pagoda is an amusement ride in comparison. We saw very few people. A dog followed us most of the way. There was one shack selling drinks and various pagodas dotted along the route. One was often unsure whether this was the right way. Then unsure whether it was sensible to continue. It was knackering and there were moments of weakness but we really had to make it to the top.
Everything was soaking. There was nothing to dry my glasses on. It wasn’t hot but we had raging thirst. Still we pushed on up the mountain, led by the dog. Buddhas appeared through the mist. Slippery rocks, no-one selling drinks, a signpost to the top, “only” 720 more metres of this. Then we got there!! Visibility was worse than at the national park, it was greyer than even Hanoi knows, and yet it was a triumph.
I supped some rainwater from the collection vase. It was hideous, bitter, brassy and life-saving. On the way down my phone drowned and only recovered after a day at home. Anyway, we hereby challenge all-comers to beat our time of 4 and a half hours. Top tip: Bring your own drinks.
I used to want to go to the South Pole, but no more: Yen Tu scratched that particular itch for me.