Samba for the Soul in Brazil

Samba for the Soul in Brazil

samba for the soul 1Brazilians possess an innate rhythm and an unbelievable ability to move their bodies to the rapid beats of samba – something that is far beyond comprehension for an average North American such as myself, though I’ve concluded that the only reasonable explanation is that they must have a couple of extra joints in their bodies. Their remarkable ability to samba is fostered through childhood, where local communities are united within the prestigious Escolas de Samba (Samba Schools). Samba Schools are often the foundation of a community, where locals strive to make the team and represent their Samba School in the quest to appear at the world renowned annual Carnival.

Rio’s Schools are the pulse of Samba in Brazil.

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My Introduction to South America

My Introduction to South America

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Leading up to my Brazilian adventure, I wondered how South America was going to compare to the rest of my travel experiences. Up until Brazil, my travels had taken me through Australasia, Europe, North America and the Caribbean, rendering me a complete stranger to South America. Read more

How Saigon Brought Me to Tears

How Saigon Brought Me to Tears

war remnants museum buildingAs I’ve said many times before, Ho Chi Minh City just didn’t do it for me. It was too Westernized and tourist-centric, leaving me totally disconnected, which was a vast difference from my time spent in Northern Vietnam. I will however, credit Saigon for gifting me with one powerful and touching memory. Read more

A Visionary Rebuilding Education in Cambodia

A Visionary Rebuilding Education in Cambodia

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Sambath was my tuk tuk driver. I met him as I was struggling to get off the rickety boat upon my arrival in Battambang, Cambodia. He started as my tour guide and eventually became my friend, as I became more and more intrigued about his life and home country.

I later learned that he is a young man who is passionately striving to improve education in Cambodia, which is a story that I just couldn’t wait to share: Read more

Why Bangkok Left Me Puzzled…

Why Bangkok Left Me Puzzled…

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Temples of Bangkok

I’m always scrambling for words when people ask me to describe Bangkok.

The capital cities of its neighbouring countries seem to pale in comparison to Bangkok’s vast and thriving metropolis. The sight of flashing lights, tuk tuks jostling with SUVS, and roadside kiosks at the foot of sky scrapers that rub shoulders with ancient temples blew me away. To me, Bangkok was an enigma – I somehow left unsettled with a feeling of disconnect, and totally puzzled as to how I felt about the city.

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From the Hanoi to Saigon…Are you sure I don’t need a passport to enter?

From the Hanoi to Saigon…Are you sure I don’t need a passport to enter?

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I was expecting subtle differences going from Hanoi to Saigon, but instead I felt like I had entered a different country.

I was already anticipating a different experience than my time in Hanoi simply because I would no longer be a volunteer living with the locals, but rather a backpacker staying in the tourist district. Upon my arrival in Saigon, I had such an odd feeling because I was accustomed to living in Cau Giay (Hanoi), where everyone always stared at me thinking I was a lost tourist in their neighbourhood. I recall getting looks of shock and awe as I jumped off the moving bus with the other locals, weaved my way through traffic, and headed into the residential neighbourhood everyday after work. When I got out of my taxi in Saigon, I was expecting the usual stares from the locals, but no one even looked at me!

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Cultural Differences in Vietnam

Cultural Differences in Vietnam

Vietnamese, Cover UpDuring my pre-departure preparation for Vietnam, I ensured that I was well-versed in the country’s culture and customs.

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Respect

I know I already touched on the bus topic, but because I learn something new on the bus everyday, I feel like I need to revisit. The bus is where I get a chance to zone in for an hour and get some good old, uninterrupted, people-watching time.

Everyday, I leap onto a moving bus and somehow manage to squish myself in among the local Vietnamese crowds. This is where I learned about the very high regard that they have for their elders, which helped me to piece together and understand the little cultural tips that I received when I first arrived. I was hanging from one of the leather straps in the aisle of the bus one day on my way to work, and was surprised when the bus actually slowed to a complete stop. I was wondering what the driver was doing, because no he usually does a rolling stop for people who are getting on/off. It turns out that there was a little old lady embarking. All of sudden, about ten people in front of me were frantically pushing each other out of the way, to make a path for the old lady. Without acknowledging, the old lady slipped into the empty seat, and only then did the bus start moving again. I started to notice this respectful gesture more and more on the bus. It was a common understanding amongst everyone, and it was certainly nice to see. When the elderly get on the bus, the younger passengers instinctively rise and vacate the seat without even making eye contact. Similarly, which I find quite peculiar, they abide by the same policy for young children.

After seeing this on the bus, a light bulb went off in my mind as I reflected on one of the first things I heard at orientation: When you meet a Vietnamese person, they will often ask you how old you are before even asking what your name is. Western culture dictates that this would be extremely rude and inappropriate, but there is a deeper and underlying meaning here. Age is an important piece of information in Vietnam because it indicates how to appropriately address someone. I was on the bus one day and a girl wanted to practice her English on me, which happens quite often. She asked me, in the following order: where I was from, how old I was, and what my name was. In this case, we happened to be the same age, so she used no prefix. I learned that when the individual is older, the name should be preceded by the word “Chi”. Therefore, to someone much younger, my name would be Chi Kristina. Likewise, men’s names are preceded by “Anh”. “Cu” is for a very old person, and ending a sentence or phrase with “a” is a sign of respect to whomever you are speaking to.

I continue to learn about the rich Vietnamese culture, and their deep love and appreciation for family in the society.

Vietnamese Culture 101

We were fortunate enough to have our host organization give us a crash course on life in Vietnam…Of course, we had this orientation 3 days after we arrived, so we were forced to unknowingly dive right in.

The accommodations at the Volunteer House were very basic, which made mNo Right of Way in Vietnam1e appreciate the luxuries that we are so privileged to have at home. I had already been forced to get over a few of my lifelong phobias upon my arrival in Vietnam – more specifically, my intense fear of germs. One night, I happened to be passing by our kitchen as the cook was preparing dinner, and saw her cutting up the vegetables on the floor! With no cutting board or anything! My eyes nearly popped out of my head, as I had innate red flags and alarms ringing, but I just kept quiet because I didn’t want to be rude. I was told later that the Vietnamese hygienic standards are nowhere near that of the Western standards, but the food is completely safe and clean to eat. After thinking about it, I accepted it because my only other alternative was to not eat for my entire stay. It also made me think that perhaps we as Westerners have formed a bit of a bubble to protect ourselves from things that we don’t really need to be protected from! Not to say that we need to start preparing our food on the kitchen floor, but maybe we have taken it to a bit of an extreme. 

Another thing I had to say goodbye to quickly was my standard 2 foot radius of personal space. Usually, if someone enters my bubble of personal space, I take two steps back – like an involuntary response. That doesn’t work in Vietnam, because when I took two steps back, I would just run into someone else! I also learned that there is no such thing as a line, or saying “excuse me” to get by. It was rush hour and we were paNo Right of Way in Vietnam2cked in the bus without an inch of breathing space. At one point, I was standing with a death grip on both the leather strap above my head and the seat in front of me, and I felt someone slap the small of my back 3 times. Without releasing my hands for fear of flying to the front of the bus (literally), I turned my head slightly to peak out of the corner of my eye to see who did it. I suddenly felt the back of someone’s hand on my hip shoving me out of the way. It was a little older lady who wanted to see if the seat in front of me was available. I looked at her and thought “what the hell is your problem lady!?!”, and she just smiled and waved gently while turning back. I realized then that she meant no harm by the pushing, she just wanted a seat. Pushing people aside is very common here because no one waits in line. It’s not considered to be rude here….it’s just the way it is. Nothing is done maliciously.

There were a few other habits that I still had to get rid of. For example, it’s rude to point your finger. I know we learn this all the time at home, but everyone still does it anyway! The Vietnamese also speak very softly. Speaking loudly, especially on the bus, is considered very inappropriate.

I’m sure I will pick up more tips each and everyday. Hopefully I will fit right in before the end of my stay!

 

 

No Right of Way in Vietnam

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I read my fair share of travel guides prior to my departure for Vietnam, so I was therefore well versed in the infamous rules of the road as a pedestrian in Hanoi. Looking back, I didn’t truly understand what it meant to cross a road in Hanoi until I found myself standing at the side of the road, ready to cross and saying a Hail Mary before attempting to even put one foot out there. Apprehensively, I tried to catch my breath while trying to observe the flow of traffic in order to devise some sort of plan to get across the road. A couple of motorbikes let out a few beeps as they came down the dirt road behind me. As they weaved around me, I kept my eye on them to see how they integrated into the rest of the traffic. A few seconds later, they were completely out of sight – all I could see were hundreds of vehicles zipping around left, right and centre. I felt like I had just entered an arena of bumper cars at an amusement park, except there were no cars bumping into each other! I guess you could say I was standing on the “curb” of the “intersection”, for the curb was simply a random patch of grass and the intersection was a huge circular area where several different roads just so happened to intersect, with one not continuing into the other. There were motorbikes, cars, bicycles carrying boxes stacked several feet high, and buses – all about to enter this free-for-all of an intersection. There were no lanes, lights, or traffic control signs. Vehicles travelling north, south, east, and westbound somehow entered this arena and effortlessly weaved around each other to get where they need to go. I even saw some motorbikes driving beside each other while having a conversation, and then eventually crossing paths to go in opposite directions! I should also mention that each motorbike was carrying a minimum of 3 passengers.

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After a few days, I caught onto the real rules and essentially mastered the art of crossing the road in Hanoi by following this sequence:

  • Remain calm, and confidently start to walk across the road regardless of what is coming towards you, because any hesitation will completely confuse the drivers and possibly cause an accident.
  • Slow the pace of your walk for cars, because they always have the right of way.
  • Even if you think you’re going to get hit, NEVER take a step backwards – just linger very casually, and slowly resume your saunter as the car passes.
  • Keep a constant pace for motorbikes, who will comfortably weave around you even if they look like they are about to run you over. They might also come to an abrupt stop about 1mm away from your feet to allow you to pass through their space if they are unable to swerve out of the way at the last minute for some reason.
  • Most importantly, be cool about it; there is no point in whipping your head back and forth, trying to identify a good pocket of space to hop into – it will only leave you with whiplash.
  • Have a very nonchalant expression on your face while looking to your left, and beginning your stroll. When you reach halfway, casually look to your right as if you’re stretching your neck, and continue your stroll to the other side.

It was absolute madness to watch the flow of traffic. I could have sat and watched it all day! The sound of horns beeping characterized this system of organized chaos. The horns may indeed be the secret to the success of these highly skilled drivers, as the beeping was never an indication of anger or distress. After all, they say that motorists in Vietnam use a horn instead of using their brakes!

Leaving Hanoi, I knew I would have to ditch my newly mastered skill as a pedestrian for fear of instinctively executing the same protocol back home in Toronto, where I would probably get hit by a car…and if I didn’t get hit, I would most certainly get ticketed for some form of traffic violation!

[Image Sources: Vietnam Traffic #1, Motorbike ]