Skip to Content

A Rickshaw Through Old Hue!

This photo, left, of three grizzled rickshaw drivers posing jauntily for the camera in Hue, Vietnam, may be my favorite pic of the month!

My friend, David, had heard that Hue is particularly stunning at night by rickshaw, so we piled upon the rickety shaw and were arduously peddled by a wheezing old man for miles upon miles through the old Emperor’s stomping grounds.

This is particularly hilarious given that both David and I are about six feet tall and barely ONE of us would fit upon the vehicle, let alone two. Poor driver.

Through the night we whizzed– or rather, creaked along at one kilometer per hour, terrified at any moment that our human engine would expire. Over the multicolored-lit bridge we trundled, motorcycles zooming by us and gushing wind through our hair. My abs hurt from trying not to crush my kind friend with my ponderous weight.

At last… into the Royal Citadel we penetrated! And… the entire complex was pitch dark.

“They turned off the pretty lights to save on electricity during low season,” explained the driver in Vietnamese to David.

We laughed uproariously, enjoyed the night air and the flowered outfits of old women on motorcycles, then exploded into an argument with the driver about the cost of the fare.

Good times in Hue! Stay tuned for a massive article on price gouging which is halfway finished, pending technology.

Ahh I do hope I can find a place to fix my dear own motorcycle-maimed computer soon! We are in Halong Bay now, but in a few days I shall arrive in Hanoi and seek the flashiest and most effective looking computer store in the capital.

Happy hugs to all from this amazing country!

Ain't No Convenience Store Chains in Vietnam!
← Read Last Post
Vietnam Price Scams, Analyzed
Read Next Post →

 

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.

Dave

Thursday 7th of November 2013

Ah yes, changing fare prices are sure to cause problems.

Me and a buddy had negotiated a fare of about 25 cents to get us from the bus stop to the Honduras/El Salvador border about 400 meters away. I did feel sorry for the guy a bit as he had a big bridge to climb to get us and our loaded backpacks to our destination. But then he told us we owed him a dollar...that's not happening. You can't just quadruple the price. We eventually settled on 50 cents which although still not the quoted price, we justified it by claiming that 25 cents was for the fair and the other 25 cents was a tip.

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.