10 Lessons We Should All Learn From The Vietnamese

1. An Emphasis On Learning A Second Language

I am eternally embarrassed of us Brits waltzing around the world using our mother tongue, expecting everyone to bow to us. I am as guilty of this, with barely passable French and absolutely no retention ability of a second language (one day though!)
It amazed me how vigilant Vietnamese parents are at ensuring their children excel at learning a second language. In fact, in remote parts of Vietnam local dialects are still found, so children learn Vietnamese as their second language!

Two of my favorite students – aged 2!

2. Strong Family Values & Ties

While I’m not sure if I’d want to live under the same roof as my grandparents and parents, there’s something really lovely about being so connected to your extended family. When I was working as a private tutor in people’s homes I really got to see what family life is like in Vietnam: the responsibilities of each family member, where they sleep, what they cook… the list goes on. But family doesn’t just stop when you leave a home, there is such a strong sense of community in little neighborhoods which I guess is kind of what Britain and American used to be like back in the 1950’s. Everyone knows everyone, everyone helps everyone, it’s safe for kids to play out on the street, you buy your food from the ladies selling on your street, there’s no need to travel far for anything and people just seem content. There’s definitely something to be learnt from that.
Children of Vietnam

3. Willingness to say hello or to greet strangers (especially foreigners)

I’m working in London, and not once as anyone I’ve passed said ‘hello’ or ‘good morning’ to me. I know that in Vietnam Westerns are somewhat of a novelty, but I loved how bold children were shouting ‘hello!’ from the back of their parent’s motorbike. The same goes for adults. It’s something I really miss.


4. That life is much easier when there’s less emphasis on health and safety

Everyone comments on how chaotic Hanoi seems: the traffic, the beeping, the motorbikes swarming around pedestrians… But returning to a society where health and safety has gone bonkers (where your aunt who cooks for the homeless is accused of contamination for tasting her food with the spoon shes stirring it with)  it was refreshing to be in a place where there was less red tape and things were a little more lax. I mean don’t get me wrong, there are preventable fatalities and accidents all the time, but you never feel like you’re in a dangerous place.

5. You don’t need to drink alcohol to have a good time

In the Old Quarter at night you’ll see predominantly white faces guzzling the 5p Bia Hoi on yellow plastic chairs (like me, see below). Walk a few streets away and you’ll see the coffee shops full of Vietnamese teens drinking their bubble tea/coffee, taking selfies and catching up. While you do see Vietnamese people drinking, it’s no where near to the same extent us Brits binge.

Us pesky white faces drinking cheap beer

6.  Buying you food from a market is the way forward

The journey from field to plate is far less in Vietnam. Turn down a side alley and the street will be teaming with market sellers, offering their fresh produce (sometimes a little too fresh, with fish in buckets half hacked up). Supermarkets are slowly being introduced to Vietnam as it slowly becomes more westernized, but having the option to shop from road-side sellers was always a plus.

 7. Bum Guns

Enough said.

8.  Respect for the elderly

I wouldn’t say our culture is disrespectful towards the elderly, but there is great pride in the elders in Vietnam. Perhaps because they lived through, or maybe even fought in the American war, or because there are visibly stronger family ties, but the elders definitely get looked after well. The pronoun structure in Vietnam reflects this – instead of I/He/She/We/They, the Vietnamese use a pronoun structure to reflects gender and age. Essentially as you get older your pronoun changes – but always ensure you’re not under estimating someone’s age as this denies them of the status they deserve!

9. The sentiment of giving spontaneous gifts

The Vietnamese are so forthright in offering gifts. Regardless of the occasion, you’ll always find a bunch of lychees thrust in your hand, or something like a little bracelet, a handmade card, flowers, the list goes on. It’s something us westerns only think to give to those closest to us, but it the sentiment really does touch.


10. Napping: without a care in the world where

God damn capitalism forcing us to work all day with no time to sleep in the middle of the afternoon. How my mood would be better if I could have a kip like the Vietnamese do!




The Travelling Tapir’s Annual Roundup 2016

2016 was full of adventures, hurdles and progression: a year I’ll remember for forcing me to make crucial life decisions, some of which were for the best and some out of necessity. Despite blessing me with some beautiful memories, it’s been a year I’ve been looking forward to finishing, putting behind me, and learning from. Here’s my roundup…

2016 began in Vietnam: raising a glass of Bia Hoi to a new year that, for once, I had no intentions or plans for.


My sweet ride around Hanoi

It was a transitional time for me: adapting to a city I thought I knew well, but my memories felt somewhat distorted upon my return. It was probably because  when I left Hanoi it was was suffocatingly hot and freezing cold when I returned. I’d made a few changes the second time round, like swapping my moped for a bicycle, moving in with the awesome Rebecca and was trying to play catch up on all that I’d missed out on in the four months I’d spent back home.

What eased me back into expat-life in ‘Nam was my rusty old bicycle. Cycling around the chaos was unbelievably invigorating: I would look forward to whipping around West Lake every day on my way to work, and got to know Hanoi on much more of an intimate level. Even now, 8 months after leaving Hanoi, if I need to take my mind to somewhere tranquil it’s to the moments spent alone cruising around that smoggy lake that I found my place of calm.


In February the Vietnamese celebrate Tet holiday (their equivalent of Christmas), which was the perfect opportunity to take two week’s leave to travel around Myanmar: a trip which stands as the most magical and memorable adventure of my life to date. Everything from the fusion cuisine, adorable children, surreal landscapes to the mind-boggling script mesmerized me, the pinnacle being sunrise over Old Baganwhich ought to be on every traveler’s bucket list.


Sunrise over Old Bagan

Sadly, personal circumstances as well as a readiness to move on from teaching meant that it was time to say goodbye to Hanoi back in May. The decision wasn’t an easy one to come to, as I had had high hopes for Hanoi and a lot of love for the city. But in reality the progression I want to make throughout my twenties would only been stunted by years of TEFL teaching, which I’d realized wasn’t really for me (I mean don’t get me wrong I love running riot with adorable Vietnamese babies, but there’s only so much you can teach during “Worm Week” without wanting to jump). Naturally I had to squeeze in a month of travelling around Vietnam before I left to explore the long list of islands, hill-top towns and both urban and traditional cities I’d been dying to see.

After the novelty of cheese, family, friends, convenience, safe transport and being reunited with my wardrobe wore off (which took all of 1 week) I began to question whether returning home was for the best. England’s pretty rubbish (and extortionate!) at the best of times, but the Brexit referendum really was the nail in the coffin for any sense of pride for Britain. But a little bit of soul searching confirmed that being in the UK near to my family and sinking my teeth into a  career was what I was really craving – something to help me feel I was actually progressing in life rather than coasting. Some dusting off of those corporate skills I’d buried helped me land a job at Hills Balfour, one of London’s most reputable destination marketing & PR agencies.


Joining as an Account Executive working on the Mauritius account, I began a new chapter as a city girl: commuting on the world’s most abysmal train line, looking forward to my monthly pay cheque and restraining my travel bug in a straight jacket…

A quick holiday to Portugal back in September was just enough to sooth my itchy feet, and was a week filled of mischievous holiday hedonism.

Don’t get me wrong, working at HB was and still is the right path for me – I love the team I work with, and am passionate enough about the industry to wake up early every morning and contend with a railway who strike more often than not – anyone who knows me best knowns getting me out of bed for anything is impressive! And after all, who wouldn’t love a all-expenses paid for trip to one of the world’s most idyllic destinations?!

Spending a week in Mauritius was the ultimate work perk, and introduced me to a new side of travel: luxury. The dangerous thing is, once you’ve had a taste of the high-life it’s difficult to get excited about bed bugs and dorm rooms again. I’m sure I’ll manage!


In terms of the blog I’m dumbfounded that I have nearly 4,000 subscribers, with 150 receiving email notifications when I post, and an increasing social media presence. Please don’t forget to Like me on Facebook and follow me on Twitter and Instagram for more of my travelling scribbles, giggles and quibbles!

Overall, 2016 has been a mixed bag: it was as liberating as it was limiting, as freeing as it was confining. The greatest lesson I’ve learnt (and am still adapting to) is to trust my inner-teacher who is infinitely wise and knows best what’s right for me. So often I regard the opinions of others with much higher regard than trusting my own intuition – it’s time to have a little more faith in my own path as so far it’s taken me to some pretty amazing places.

Let’s just say I’m pleased it’s over so I can start 2017 feeling fresh, armed with the lessons I’ve learnt and excited by the adventures to store…

Happy New Year!


The Tapir x



How Does Travel Inspire You?

Guest post, by Charles Jamerlan

According to my good old friend, maybe Siri’s great-great-great grandmother, Merriam-Webster simply defines inspiration as “something that makes someone want to do something or that gives someone an idea about what to do or create.”

Artists, musicians, philosophers, and many other types of individuals have been inspired by many things – perhaps an apple clinging for dear life on a tree, or a beautiful figure serving as someone’s muse. For every person inspired, there is that source of inspiration that elevates his or her creative essence to an unexplainable level, one that rivals the feeling when a teenage girl receives her first Justin Bieber poster (or so I’ve heard).
For me, and I’m also carefully assuming for you too, its travel. So how does travel inspire ME?
Food: Travel inspires me to try new things, and to put weird food, sometimes moving, in my mouth!
Burgers, fries, and pizza are all delicious creations that tickle my tummy, but they all remind me of the comforts of home. But traveling to a new country, a new place, a new location makes me want to put something that will actually tickle my tummy, like worm toppings on ice cream in Hong Kong, or raw moving octopus in South Korea!

Protein-packed worms make a great topping!


Freshly chopped and still wriggling, eager to jump into my mouth!



What do pickles, beer, and cheese have in common? Indeed, they all are part of a delectable late night post party meal at your favorite burger attraction, but that’s not quite the answer I’m looking for.

They are all made through a careful and precise process of rotting – in other words, they are fermented. Since my palate has a major affection for these fermented foods, it only made culinary sense for me to devour rotten shark in Iceland, despite what our potty-mouthed friend Anthony Bourdain has to say about it. Despite the all day post-consumption ammonia shark burps, every disintegrating morsel of shark sashimi was worth the bite!


Everything on this plate was delicious, especially the rotten shark marked by the Icelandic flag!


See: Travel inspires me to wander and walk as far as I can see…literally!

Alongside the wheel and the light bulb, elevators round out the best things that humans have skillfully invented. Who wants to walk up through five hundred and thirteen steps just to enter a domain of misery regarded as the workplace. Or maybe walk up seventeen flights of stairs in a condominium just to go home and then rest your weary head. Doesn’t quite make sense.

But the glorious mysticism of travel made me actually WANT to walk thousands of steps up a mind-bending incline on the Great Wall of China…with a severely sprained ankle! The payoff did not only come in the form of calories cooked to vaporizing perfection, but a mesmerized gaze and childlike wonder in the midst of breath-taking views.


Where else can you get a backdrop as magnificent as this?  Or as many steps!

In another moment across the world, I voluntarily paid to walk up Machu Picchu Montana in Peru, a mountain with its peak at 700 meters from the base. I spent two hours of my life walking up poorly crafted cobbled stone steps, sweating profusely in a humid jungle, and still soaking wet from the morning downpour.  The payoff – a glimpse into wanderlust heaven painted with jaw-dropping scenes with my head literally in the clouds. Oh let’s not forget to take a moment in remembrance of those calories who died a second death!


Machu Picchu – the sky’s the limit when you travel… literally!


Appreciate: Travel inspires me to jump out of my comfort zone, and be a better version of myself.

 Cliché and said a million times – travel encourages you to push yourself beyond your limits of comfort. Yes, I just made that one million and one times. But in other words, travel fosters growth.

Whether it’s being mistaken for a six foot tall unicorn in China by wearing bright coloured ponchos in the rain, or solo traveling to South Korea and toasting rice wine with instant friends, travel whispers a gentle order to cross that cliff where comfort clings for it’s dear life. It’s a never-ending cycle of happiness and growth– the more you travel, the more you grow, the bigger your balloon of confidence stretches and expands into all aspects of your life.

When I’m on my deathbed, all I will have left with me are memories to keep me company before I fall asleep for quite some time. Although it can strike at anytime, nature tells me that I still have a long way to go. So it’s up to me to create and fill my mind and let it overflow with amazing adventures and journeys.

Travel is the master artisan of memory masterpieces and we all are its eager apprentices. It has taught me that the moments we create in life are not only a collection of thoughts strung together in orderly succession, but a living treasure that is meant to be elevated by appreciation.

Time moves only in one direction, despite what Back To The Future promises us lovers of science and pop culture, and that direction is forward. Travel has taught me to enjoy every second of that route. And despite how miniscule the moment is, I’ve become a crackerjack in being able to revel in its dazzling dance.

Travel makes me happy. Really happy.  Uncontrollably happy.


So, how does travel inspire YOU?

If you’re interested in reading about more of my adventures head to my blog My Random Wandering


Ba Vi National Park, Vietnam

Ba Vi national park is situated approximately 60km west of Hanoi. Best explored by motorbike, the park takes roughly 2 hours to drive to (with plenty of opportunities to stop for refreshments), and will cost around 50,000 VND ($2.50) to enter. Ba Vi offers visitors stunning views across the province, an abundance of nature and golden silence, which makes for a brilliant day trip away from Hanoi.

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Upon entering the park, you ascend the mountains for 30 minutes which will eventually bring you out on a level, make-shift car park. You have the option of climbing two peaks which have pagodas at each summit: With your back to the road where you’ll have just come from, the pagoda to the left of you is said to be the easier incline to hike. Being used the chaos of Hanoi, it was treat to visit the jungle, take deep lung-fulls of fresh air and be surrounded by beautiful nature and traditional architecture.










My First Attempt At Cooking Vietnamese Food

I’ve been busting to do a Vietnamese cooking course whilst in Vietnam but have always been put off by the cost. Frequenting Vietnamese markets regularly, I know the price of locally sourced ingredients (and that’s paying white-face tax), so I’ve been reluctant to fork out $60 upwards for a morning’s cooking experience. That said, I wanted to know how to prepare and recreate my favourite Vietnamese dishes in anticipation of my return back to the UK…

I was cycling on my way back from An Bang beach (in Hoi An) towards my hotel in the Old Town when I noticed a sign outside of a small restaurant saying, “Cooking Course: $10”

I was so astounded by the value I pulled in and spoke to the lovely My (a Vietnamese name pronounced “Me”), owner of the family restaurant and my head chef for the day. She advised me that I could choose two dishes from the menu to cook, but recommended the best two dishes would be her Nem (freshly made deep fried spring rolls) and fish wrapped in banana leaf. I accepted her recommendation and decided I would prefer to hold the private class the following morning at 11am in time for lunch.

It was great having a one-on-one lesson in My’s family home. She was really thorough in explaining the ingredients, how to select the best food at the market and was able to answer just about all questions I had on Vietnamese food and culture. The food turned out beautifully, and only set me back $10 for a 2 hour private class. Bargain!

To book a cooking course with My at the Bong Restaurant Eco Tour, click here.

Hoi An: The Prettiest Town In Asia

Still unbeaten and still bloomin’ pretty, Hoi An remains my absolute favourite town in South East Asia. There’s nothing I enjoy more than spending the day on An Bang Beach, spending the evening perusing around the quaint Old Town with all the twinkling lanterns and in between the two cruising around on a push bicycle soaking up the market, the myriad tailor shops and spice fields.

Here are some snaps from my most recent retreat to Hoi An:


For more on my adventures in Hoi An, read thetravellingtapir.com/hoi-an

The Cu Chi Tunnels, Vietnam

If you told me a year ago that I would be willingly visiting war related museums and attractions I’d have thought you were mad. But there’s something about the Vietnamese/ American war which fascinates, shocks, saddens and intrigues me. On reflection, I think this may be because it was such a misunderstood war: no one really understood why America got involved, and no one really understood how brutal the war was besides those fighting and those who suffered. Having been to The War Museum in Ho Chi Minh City and learning a little more about what really went on, I was eager to visit the Cu Chi Tunnels to see for myself where some of the most brutal and famous warfare happened.

Most hostels/hotels or travel totes in Ho Chi Minh City will arrange a half-day excursion from the city to the tunnels. Tours operate twice per day (in the morning or the afternoon) and will cost around 120,000 VND ($6) plus a 100,000 VND ($5) entrance fee. It takes approximately an hour and a half to drive to the Cu Chi province which gives you approximately 2 hours at the site with your tour guide. Whilst there are a lot of tourists, it is certainly worth the visit as it’s such a poignant place for the Vietnamese and their culture.

It was amazing to walk through the jungle and imagine the fear that gripped the American troops who were not at all prepared for the traps laid out for them, and also to imagine the resilience and comradery of the Viet Cong soldiers. Our group was guided through the jungle where we were shown the gruesome traps which awaited the Americans, a huge cavity in the ground’s surface where an American bomb was dropped and even allowed to walk through one of the original tunnels. The tunnels were incredibly claustrophobic and sweltering hot, it was difficult to imagine anyone surviving down there for more than an hour (in fact I bailed at the second exit)!

The tunnels are a three-tiered network of underground passages which span 200km over and around the Cu Chi district, homing nearly 10,000 Vietnamese civilians and soldiers for near enough 10 years. If this isn’t impressive enough, I was most amazed by how resourceful the Viet Cong troops were; making weapons and traps from pieces of sharp bomb shells, making shoes out of American tank tyres, and disguising kitchen vents with termite hills.

What really brought the experience to life was the firing range you could participate in if you wished. Personally this is something that I’m against, however from afar the gunfire and vibrations from the shooting range resonated the terror the American troops must have been experiencing wondering through the unknown and walking into the palms of danger. If you want to, the shooting range costs 300,000 VND ($15) for ten bullets.

Whilst it’s easy to sympathise with the American soldiers, I couldn’t help but feel quite proud of the Vietnamese. The American army were obliterating villages and vast quantities of nature through their use of illegal chemical warfare, yet it was basic knowledge of the land, sneaky and cunning tactics and brutal traps which enabled the Viet Cong to defeat the Americans altogether. We had a really inspiring morning at the Cu Chi Tunnels and highly recommend the excursion to anyone visiting Ho Chi Minh City or Southern Vietnam.


Saigon / Ho Chi Minh City, Vietnam

Ho Chi Minh City is Hanoi’s elegant, wealthy younger sister who sits around taking selfies all day. Often mistaken as Vietnam’s capital city, old Saigon is trendy, cosmopolitan and economically booming, drawing large numbers of tourists year upon year. Having travelled Vietnam extensively, Ho Chi Minh definitely feels out of place, to the extent where I feel it’s more similar to Bangkok in terms of culture, appearance and vibe.

If you’re planning a trip to Ho Chi Minh City, I would advise that you allow two full days to absorb the sites, and a further two days to take trips out to the Cu Chi Tunnels (a half day excursion) and the Mekong Delta (full day excursion). District 1 is where it all happens: you can find the backpacker area (which personally I thought was as sleazy as Koh San Road), the CBD, the historical/cultural museums, monuments and buildings as well as markets, shopping malls and an abundance of places to eat/ grab a coffee.

As a huge lover of Northern Vietnamese lifestyle and culture, I wasn’t sure if I’d like Ho Chi Minh. I was, however, pleasantly surprised: the streets are wider (and quieter!) with huge, tall trees lining them, everything is landscaped and manicured, the people are beautiful and friendly, and above all the city feels much less polluted. It’s almost like going to a different country altogether as Ho Ci Minh city feels removed from the rest of the Vietnam I know and love – to illustrate, they’re currently collaborating with the Japanese to build an underground network which will shoot them into the next century!

I left Ho Chi Minh City feeling like I understood Vietnam a lot better. I was profoundly moved by the War Museum and the Cu Chi Tunnels and had a newfound respect for how far Vietnam has moved on since the war. It’s somewhere that you’re unlikely to miss if you’re travelling to Vietnam, but shouldn’t be the benchmark for the rest of your travels around the country.


What to do:


What to see:

Ho Chi Minh City is a walking city. You can easily stroll through district 1 in a day and see most of the beautiful architecture and famous sights. Here are a few musts:

  • Notre Dam Cathedral
  • The Post Office
  • The Opera House
  • The Town Hall
  • Ben Thanh market



Vietnam Hideout Hostel – We were thoroughly impressed by this hostel as it’s bang smack in the middle of the backpacker area, next to the bus station, is only 160,000 VND ($7 per night) and includes breakfast and some free beer. Beds were dead comfy and rooms weere clean and the hostel offered plenty of services.


Eating Out:

What should you eat in Ho Chi Minh City? STREET FOOD. By street food I don’t mean the dried out squid on the side of the road, but the little spots with plastic chairs and bright, unforgiving lights – this is where you’ll get the best home cooked grub and for next to nothing. Read my post on the best dishes to try in The Flavour of Vietnam: What you must eat in the south

If you are craving something other than Vietnamese food and an upset stomach, you must go to Baba’s Indian Restaurant.

My Encounter With A Crying Elephant

During my recent ventures around Southern Vietnam I saw one of the most heart-breaking sights I’ve ever seen in my life…

We had taken a picnic to a remote little forest outside of Da Lat. We were just about to tuck into our lunch by the resevoir when we noticed a ginormous, graceful Elephant walking towards us! We were totally baffled, but then it dawned on us that a western couple and a Vietnamese driver were riding the poor thing on a short circuit. As a huge Elephant fan I was both delighted and saddened to see the elephant, as knowing Asia’s bad reputation of caring for animals in captivity I could only presume the poor conditions it was being kept in. The Elephant (and passengers) gracefully stomped past us, narrowly avoiding our lunch, and after a short ride through the forest they returned to a nearby restaurant where the creature was being detained.

After our picnic we headed over to the Elepahnt. It was lunch time, in the background we could hear large groups of Vietnamese people delving into feasts, so our new friend was having a break from her duties as entertainment. We were happily touching her from a raised platform and stroking her tough old trunk when we noticed she was crying. Yes, crying. We couldn’t actually believe it, but real tears were dropping from her eyes. We were heartbroken and even more so when she wiped her tears with her trunk.

Elephants are a huge tourist trap in South East Asia, drawing large crowds of travellers eager to meet the beutiful beasts in their jungle habitat. Sadly, many of the Elephant rides, treks and even some sanctuaries abuse, sedate and enslave Elephants purely so tourists can take a slefie and ride on it’s back.

To be fair, I believe most tourists naively assume the animals are being kept in good and healthy condition and are disappointed to discover otherwise. More often than not the Elephants are trained using hooked sticks (the scars of which were still visible on our friend today), and live a much shorter life expectancy than in the wild – it’s been clear to me on the various occasions I’ve encountered Elephants in Thailand and Vietnam that the beasts are miserable.

Please, please, please think twice about supporting establishments that offer Elephant rides or use Elephants for amusement. There are some genuine Elephant sanctuaries and charities which are well worth supporting and absolutely deserve your money. Watching the Elephant chained by one ankle in solitary, with huge tears rolling down her cheeks was  a deeply saddening experience – I don’t think I’ve never felt more moved by or connected to an animal before. It reminds me that we have the power to boycott such places to avoid the continued mistreatment of Elephants, and indeed all other specieis in similar situations.

This is a really interesting article about the Elephant Do’s and Don’t’s in Chiang Mai: www.traveldudes.org/ chiang-mai-elephant-dos-and-donts