Sunday, June 26, 2011

Thirst Quenchers

Central to Vietnamese culture is socializing over beverages 
   
Coffee is super popular 
When you order a cuppa a water filled filter is served to perk at the table--a process that is painfully slow when you're jonesing for your morning java, but it's worth the wait. The result is not voluminousness but it's potent, sporting the hue and viscosity of motor oil. Locals often take it with sugar or sweet and condensed milk, I personally go black.      

In the hot climate of much of Vietnam a hot beverage is less than desirable so it's common to pour your coffee into mug of ice. The melting ice kindly stretches the drink without compromising the flavor. A bottomless glass of green tea accompanies a coffee order at most joints to cleanse the palette before and after the joe. 

I've been in Vietnam nearly two month now, when I first arrived I fell in love with the coffee culture and indulged heavily, but it got to be too much of a good thing--caf-fiendom was setting in so I cut back. I still enjoy a cup or two a day but in my striving for balance ginger honey tea now takes the place of the additional cups.  

Sugarcane juice is also wildly popular--sidewalk stands feed the stocks through roller presses to extract the liquid, add a squeeze of orange or lime and serve it over ice. 

Vietnam's coffee drinking culture is good, but it's beer drinking culture is great!
Yes, that's ice in my glass, when in Rome--it's an act I thought was sacrilege but have actually gown to appreciate. Far better than the warm beer alternative but more importantly the ice greatly reduces the capacity of the glass. As I mentioned in an earlier article the Vietnamese don't sip, they chug. Each toast comes with a wager of how much of the glass you're going to drink together, usually its the whole thing. If you try and drink with the locals, seasoned pros, without ice in your glass, you'll quickly find yourself in a drunken stupor much to their amusement.             
  
Each region has different local brews providing enough variety to keep the taste buds engaged, but they all have one thing in common--they're dirt cheap. In the highland town of Dalat you can enjoy Viet Duc. The plastic bottled beer arrives off the truck in huge nylon grain sacks and retails for 7,000 Vietnam Dong, about 30 cents US a liter--you can't help but smile.

You won't find beer this cheap drinking at the tourist traps, you have to join the working men (I say men because beside the servers you don't find Vietnamese women at these drinking venues). Beer spots like this one open at the end of the working day and usually close by 10pm, but for these few hours they're packed with vocal locals letting off steam. The scene is unassuming, genuine and incredibly welcoming, any stares of reservation are quickly dissolved with a raise of the glass and a big smile. It's great fun, beer is cheap enough to be liberal buying rounds and everyone is eager engage with what little English they have. Many smiles, much laughter and mutual amusement is assured--a lot is exchanged beyond words.          

The beer of the Central Coast

The beer of the North

The beer of the far North
All of these are light lager style beers with subtle difference in flavor--not my favorite style of brew but they're good, easy-drinking, thirst quenchers that suites the context well.     

And then there's Bia Hoi which translates to"fresh beer." Delivered daily in kegs like the one above this beer has no preservatives and goes bad within 24 hours, so you have to drink it fast, but that's no problem. Composed of a high proportion of rice in relation to the barley, hops and malt this brew is light and crisp, and at only about 3% alcohol content by volume it can be consumed quickly with little consequence. You'll only find it at informal restaurants and sidewalk stands sporting signs announcing its presences, and if you don't get charged an inflated tourist price it's even cheaper than the bottled beer!    

Bia Hoi!

A typical bia hoi scene--the lower the chairs the cheaper the beer.

Rice and corn liquors are also popular, served in thimble shot glasses and sucked back rapid succession. Most of these "happy water" concoctions are a force to be reckoned with and taste like fire, hence the shooting. Often from home-brew origins this stuff can be ridiculously cheap, a bottle the size of the one above might cost as little as a dollar, so people are quite generous. A shot comes with a blessing and wishes of prosperity so culturally turning it down is not only rude, it doesn't make sense. And if one is good than two is better and then why not three--the situation can escalate quickly. Getting locked into one of these engagements can fast change the trajectory of your day.         

I'm yet to try the stuff but Chinese medicine wines like this are no rare find. Baby deer, goats, scorpions, spiders, sea horses and all sorts of other strange creatures can be found distilling in the jugs. The snake wine is said to be an aphrodisiac giving the consumer great strength.   

No discussion of beverages would be complete without mentioning the ever-present bamboo bongs that are found at every coffee stand and beer joint, particularly in he north. Tobacco is the only thing smoked through these babies, and at 5 cents for a large bag of it the Vietnamese don't hold back.   

    

Kon Tum--Minority Hill Tribes

A bumpy hour long ride on the local bus north of Pleiku put us in the Kon Tum. Set among the mountains of the Central Highlands the town is a hub for the Montagnard (French for people of the hills) that call the region home. The term Montagnard refers to a number of different minority tribes that are ethnically and culturally different than the Viet majority of the country. The CIA recruited the Montagnard to fight for the south during the American war, an alliance that has brought them much persecution since the conflict. Undercurrents of tension erupted on the surface in 2004 with violent protest against government police, an incident that closed the region to all tourism until 2006. Today the many of the 700 hundred villages that dot the area survive on subsistence farming in relative poverty to their Viet neighbors. 

Selling the fruits of the forest

The Wooden Church built by French missionaries in 1913. Many of the Bahnar people (the tribe of our guide) subscribe to a religious belief system that fuses Catholicism with animism.  

The church's curved rafters are bamboo, a fast growing highly abundant alternative to wood that lends itself kindly to such forms. 

Many hill tribe children end up in the orphanage run by the church


The orphanage's onsite farm 


Home of the chief in a Bahnar village

The chief making his bamboo xylophone sing for us 

Our guide

The Bahnar are small people with big hearts


Cob (a straw and clay mixture) is a common building material for non-structural walls 

Each village has one of these buildings, a meeting place for unmarried men.


Bamboo lattice, the other traditionally used wall system. 

  Chief of a Jarai village

Sunday, June 5, 2011

The places one find himself

While walking the streets of Pleiku we got invited in to join a family gathering. The Vietnamese love to drink and they don't sip, it's a cheers and chug culture. Between toasts we were fed local cuisine and once we had a decent buzz going the strongest guy decided it was time to arm wrestle. After an hour, six beers apiece and a thorough exploration of the crowds limited English, Adam and I said our good-byes, the women started clearing the tables and carpet of beer cans as the boys hopped on their motorbikes to go back to work. Vietnam!        












Faces of Pleiku

You can't talk about Pleiku without mentioning its role in the American War. An attack near the city escalated the conflict which brought in western troops, during the war it was a strategic northern highland stronghold for the South, and when the city fell to the Viet Cong Saigon was quick to follow. Thirty five short years ago my country massacred much of Pleiku's population, largely destroyed its infrastructure and poisoned the surrounding area with agent orange, leaving a legacy of sever birth defects. I felt it important to touch the remnants of this first hand, though it was not as I expected.    

We read before going that Pleiku was off the major tourist track (which was the draw) and it lived up to this description, we didn't see another westerner during our days in town. You see a far more genuine side of any culture when its not playing Gumby for tourist dollars. Much to my surprise, despite the horrifically inhumane American presence in the past, the residences greeted us warmly and were eager to interact seeking nothing but the shared experience. We were met with smiles and a barrage of hellos (the one English word all Vietnamese seem to know) wherever we went.  I have much love and the utmost respect for the Vietnamese courage to forgive and rise above the atrocities of the past to welcome us today. 

The photos that follow are the result of an afternoon stroll around town.
                  




























White skin is cherished--typical attire for working in the sun