Dong Hoi (In the Best Way)
Real talk from August 2023 · 7 days · ~$410 · infinite jellyfish paranoia
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How I Ended Up in Dong Hoi
Honestly? I only came here 'cause I missed my train to HuαΊΏ. Not even kidding. I was on the Reunification Express from Ninh BΓ¬nh, fell asleep, and woke up at 3am to the conductor shouting "Δα»ng Hα»i! Δα»ng Hα»i!" I looked out the window – pitch black, a few dim lights, the smell of the sea. I'd planned to go to HuαΊΏ, but my brain said "stay." So I grabbed my backpack, stumbled off the train, and stood on the empty platform. A guard looked at me like I was insane. Maybe I was.
First impression stepping out of the station at 3:30am? The silence. After Hanoi's 24/7 karaoke and Saigon's death‑wish traffic, Dong Hoi felt like a held breath. The air smelled of river mud and diesel, but also – jasmine? Someone had planted a vine near the station entrance. I sat on a plastic stool at a bΓ‘nh mΓ¬ cart that was somehow open. The old lady didn't speak, just handed me a coffee. I pointed at a sandwich. She nodded. I ate my first Δα»ng Hα»i bΓ‘nh mΓ¬ at 4am, watching the sky turn from black to gray. A dog slept under my stool. I didn't move for an hour.
What went wrong immediately? I tried to book a hostel on Agoda. The map showed a place called "Phong Nha Hostel" – except it was 40km away, in Phong Nha village. I didn't realize. I booked it, paid 220k, got a Grab, and the driver laughed. "Phong Nha xa lαΊ―m" (very far). I canceled, lost 50k in fees. So I just walked down TrαΊ§n HΖ°ng ΔαΊ‘o until I found a guesthouse with a "cΓ²n phΓ²ng" sign. The owner, a woman named Ms. Thu, gave me a room for 180k. It smelled like mothballs and had a fan that clicked every 3 seconds. I slept like a rock.
Anyway, I woke up at 10am, sunlight slicing through the dusty blinds. I opened the window. A river. Boats. The distant curve of a bridge. I had no plan, no tour booked, and no idea what Dong Hoi even had. Best. Feeling. Ever.
The Neighborhoods: Real Talk
π BαΊ£o Ninh – the actual dream
You HAVE to stay in BαΊ£o Ninh. It's the peninsula across the NhαΊt Lα» bridge. At 8am, the beach is empty except for old men casting nets and a few tourists jogging. The sand is this weird mix of white and brown, and the water is warm, like bathwater. At 8pm, it's pitch black except for the lights of the seafood restaurants. I walked along the shore at 6pm one evening, and the light hit the sand dunes in that specific honey‑gold color that makes you stop breathing. There's a little lane called Nguyα» n VΔn Trα»i that runs parallel to the beach. It's lined with casuarina pines, and every 100 meters there's a tiny shrine with incense. I sat on a bench and watched the sun dissolve into the South China Sea. No touts. No jet skis. Just the wind and the waves. I cried a little. Not ashamed.
TrαΊ§n HΖ°ng ΔαΊ‘o – the main drag in the city center. It's okay. Has the banks, the post office, a bunch of phα» shops, and the annoying motorbike repair guys who whistle at tourists. At 8am, it's crowded with people going to work; at 8pm, the sidewalks turn into makeshift BBQ joints. The good coffee is actually hidden in an alley off TrαΊ§n HΖ°ng ΔαΊ‘o, near the cinema. CΓ PhΓͺ CΓ΄ LiΓͺn – no sign, just a house with the garage door open. CΓ΄ LiΓͺn is maybe 70, and she roasts her own robusta. 12,000 VND a cup. She doesn't speak English, but she'll smile and refill your cup until you say "tΓ΄i no rα»i." I went there five times.
π« Nam LΓ½ – the "new urban" area near the stadium. Just concrete, half‑empty apartment blocks, and a Circle K. I walked there looking for a market and found nothing but dust and a dead end. Skip it. Unless you need a vape.
Δα»ng Mα»Ή – the area around the market. It's chaotic, loud, and smells of fish and fruit. I loved it. At 6am, it's already bustling with women selling morning glory and live crabs. I bought a papaya from a lady who asked me where I was from. "Mα»Ή," I said. She laughed and said "Γ, xa quΓ‘!" (far!). She gave me a free chili. That's Δα»ng Mα»Ή.
Anyway, Dong Hoi isn't a city of neighborhoods; it's a city of two sides – the beach and the river. Pick the beach.
Food That Made Me Emotional
I thought Dong Hoi would be a culinary desert – just a pit stop for Phong Nha. I was wrong. So, so wrong.
The disappointment: BΓ‘nh bΓ¨o – at a random stall near the market. I love bΓ‘nh bΓ¨o, but these were cold, the shrimp floss was stale, and the nΖ°α»c chαΊ₯m was watery. Later I learned the famous place is BΓ‘nh BΓ¨o CΓ΄ PhΓΊc on Nguyα» n Du. Didn't make it. Next time.
Hangover cure that saved me: I wasn't hungover, but after a day of caving in Phong Nha, my muscles screamed. I stumbled into a tiny quΓ‘n on HoΓ ng Diα»u that sold chΓ‘o sΖ°α»n – pork rib porridge. The lady put a quail egg, some shredded pork, and a sprinkle of pepper. It was the most comforting thing I've ever eaten. 25k.
Street food that scared then delighted me: α»c luα»c – boiled snails. I saw a group of locals sitting on plastic stools, poking at snails with toothpicks. I joined. The vendor gave me a bowl of snails, a bowl of lemongrass‑ginger salt, and a toothpick. I had no idea how to extract the snail without mangling it. A woman next to me laughed, took my snail, and demonstrated. Her name was HΖ°Ζ‘ng. She was visiting from HuαΊΏ. We ended up sharing a plate of snails and a beer. She taught me the phrase "α»c ngon quΓ‘ xΓ‘." I still text her sometimes. 30k for the snails.
Expensive mistake: At a seafood restaurant on BαΊ£o Ninh beach, I pointed at a giant grouper in the tank. They charged me 650,000 VND. The fish was delicious, but I could have fed a family of four for that price. I didn't know you could ask for half. I paid the "I don't speak Vietnamese" tax. Learn from me.
What locals ate vs tourists: At BΓ TuyαΊΏt's, tourists ordered the chΓ‘o canh thα»t (pork). Locals ordered chΓ‘o canh lΓ²ng (pork offal) or chΓ‘o canh tΓ΄m (shrimp). I switched to lΓ²ng on day 4. Chewy, rich, delicious. Also, locals never order the giant grouper. They eat the small fish – cΓ‘ cΖ‘m, cΓ‘ nα»₯c. Cheaper and tastier.
Tourist Stuff vs. What Actually Ruled
Skip Paradise Cave. Seriously. I know it's famous. I know it's the "longest dry cave in Asia." But it's so overcrowded, with these garish colored lights that make it look like a disco. I went on a Tuesday and it was still packed with tour groups. The walkway is easy, but you're shuffling along with 200 other people. It felt less like exploration and more like a shopping mall. Entrance was 250k. I regretted it.
✅ Phong Nha cave – okay, this one actually rules. But go early, like 7:30am. I took a boat from the pier, and we were the only one on the river. The cave entrance is massive, and the boat motors inside. The guide turned off the engine, and we drifted in the darkness. The silence was deafening. Then the guide turned on a small flashlight and illuminated the stalactites. It felt sacred, not touristy. 150k for the boat (shared with two Germans). Worth every dong.
Dong Hoi Citadel: It's basically just a gate. The old citadel was destroyed in the war, and only the south gate remains. But the light at 4:30pm hits the mossy bricks in this way that makes you feel history. I sat on a bench nearby and watched an old man fly a kite. No entrance fee. Not really an attraction, just a place.
NhαΊt Lα» bridge: It's just a bridge. But walk across it at sunset. The view of the river and the sea is gorgeous. I did it three times. Free.
Thing I found by accident that beat the guidebook: MΕ©i Δiα»n – not the famous one in QuαΊ£ng Trα», but a tiny cape south of BαΊ£o Ninh. I rented a bike and just rode south along the coast. The road ended at a small fishing pier. A few boats, a lighthouse, nobody else. I sat on the rocks and watched the waves. A fisherman came back with his catch and gave me a small crab. "QuΓ ," he said – gift. I ate it raw, right there. It was sweet. I'll never forget that crab.
Getting Around: What Google Maps Won't Tell You
Day 2. I wanted to go to Phong Nha. Google Maps said "take bus number 4 from BαΊΏn xe phΓa Nam." I walked to the station. No bus 4. I asked a ticket seller. She pointed at a minivan with "Phong Nha" written on cardboard. I got on. Paid 50k. The van made 17 stops – picking up students, delivering vegetables, dropping off a chicken. It took 2 hours. The bus, it turns out, is whatever van is leaving when you arrive. Google Maps is useless here.
The scam attempt: At the train station, a guy approached me and said "Phong Nha? I take you, 500k." I laughed and said "xe bus 50k." He said "bus full." I walked away. He didn't follow. The scams here are so half‑assed, it's almost endearing.
Walking: The city center is walkable. The sidewalks are mostly intact, except when they're not. I tripped over a loose tile on LΓͺ Lợi and almost kissed the pavement. A lady selling fruit laughed. I laughed too. What else can you do?
Motorbike rental: I finally rented one from Ms. Thu for 120k/day. It was a Honda Wave with a mirror that pointed at the sky. I almost crashed it on the way to BαΊ£o Ninh because I looked down at the speedometer. Lesson: keep your eyes on the road. Also, the police check foreigners near the bridge. I saw a German guy get pulled over. I hid behind a bus.
Where I Stayed: The Good, Bad, and Weird
NhΓ Nghα» Thu – 14 TrαΊ§n HΖ°ng ΔαΊ‘o. I stumbled in at 6am, exhausted. Ms. Thu gave me a room for 180k/night ($7.50). The room: yellow walls, a bed that was basically a yoga mat, a fan that clicked every 3 seconds. The shower: hot water existed, but the pressure was a gentle drizzle. The noise: at 5:30am, the train station loudspeaker blared "ChΓ o mα»«ng quΓ½ khΓ‘ch!" I woke up every day to that. By day 3, I found it charming.
What you didn't notice in photos: the family altar in the hallway, with fresh fruit and incense. Also, the resident gecko who lived behind the TV. I named him Lợi. He chirped every night at 8pm. I talked to him. He didn't talk back.
The amazing thing: Ms. Thu's son, Minh, was studying English. He asked me to practice with him. We sat in the lobby every evening, and he taught me Vietnamese slang. I taught him "what's up." He taught me "thαΊ£ thΓnh" (to flirt). We became friends. On my last day, he gave me a postcard of Δα»ng Hα»i and wrote "Come back soon, brother." I still have it on my fridge.
Price paid: $52.50 for 7 nights. Worth it? The gecko alone was worth $20.
The Thing That Surprised Me
How much the war still lives here. I knew about the bombing – Dong Hoi was almost destroyed during the American War. But I didn't expect to see so many remnants. The citadel gate, scarred by bullets. The Tam TΓ²a church, a skeletal ruin preserved as a memorial. I walked there on a rainy afternoon. The church is just a facade, empty windows, the sky visible through the roof. A plaque lists the names of civilians killed in 1968. I stood there for a long time. An old woman was praying. She didn't look at me. I didn't take a photo. It didn't feel right.
Also, the friendliness. I know Vietnam is friendly, but Dong Hoi is next level. People smile at you on the street. A stranger helped me fix my bike chain. A fruit seller gave me a mango because I looked hot. It's not for tips; it's just how they are. I felt like I was visiting a small town, not a city.
And the silence at night. After 10pm, the city goes to sleep. No karaoke. No street racing. Just the sound of the river and the occasional train horn. I sat on the balcony of my guesthouse, listening to the frogs. I haven't felt that calm in years.
π΅ Song that followed me: “Γ LΓ΄i” by Double2T. Heard it in a coffee shop, then on Minh's phone, then stuck in my head for days. It's about longing. Felt appropriate.
Money: What I Actually Spent
I tracked every Δα»ng in my Notes app. Used to be cheaper – my friend visited in 2019 and paid 130k for a room; I paid 180k. But it's still stupid cheap.
| Category | What I Paid (USD) | Worth It? |
|---|---|---|
| Accommodation (7 nights) | $52.50 | Ms. Thu + Lợi the gecko = priceless |
| Food + coffee (avg $9/day) | $63 | ChΓ‘o canh BΓ TuyαΊΏt alone worth $30 |
| Transport (train, Grab, rental, bus) | $58 | Train $19 (from Ninh Bình), rental $17, xe ôm $12 |
| Activities (caves, etc.) | $65 | Phong Nha boat $6.50, Paradise Cave $10 (regret) |
| Souvenirs (coffee, a conch shell) | $24 | Conch shell broke in my bag. Still love it. |
| Misc (laundry, tips, pharmacy) | $19 | Laundry 30k, mosquito repellent 45k, tip for BΓ TuyαΊΏt 20k |
| TOTAL (7 days) | ~$281.50 | Plus train to HuαΊΏ later = ~$300 |
I spent $16 on coffee. That's like 13 cups of CΓ΄ LiΓͺn's robusta. I regret nothing.
Mistakes I Made So You Don't Have To
- I swam at BαΊ£o Ninh beach at sunset. Not a mistake – the mistake was ignoring the purple flags. Jellyfish season. I felt a sting on my ankle, and it swelled up like a golf ball. A lifeguard poured vinegar on it. It burned. Then he laughed and said "nhαΊΉ thΓ΄i" (mild). I was fine, but my ego wasn't. Buy vinegar at the pharmacy for 20k. Or don't swim in August.
- I booked a Phong Nha tour through my hostel. Paid 550k. Later I found the same tour on GetYourGuide for 380k. Always compare, even if you like the hostel.
- I didn't bring a headlamp. I thought my phone flashlight would be enough for the dark parts of the cave. It wasn't. I stumbled on a rock and almost dropped my phone into a 10‑meter pit. Buy a cheap headlamp at the Phong Nha market for 50k. It will save your life.
- I packed only sandals. The caves are wet. The boat landing is slippery. I nearly busted my ass. Bring closed‑toe shoes.
How It Actually Went: Day by Day
Day 1 (Aug 15): Arrived 3:30am by accident. Ate bΓ‘nh mΓ¬ at 4am. Slept 4 hours. Woke up, walked to NhαΊt Lα» bridge. Ate chΓ‘o canh at BΓ TuyαΊΏt. Went back to sleep. Perfect.
Day 2: Meant to go to Phong Nha. Instead, sat at CΓ PhΓͺ CΓ΄ LiΓͺn for 2 hours, drinking coffee and watching the traffic. Met Minh. Practiced English. He recommended BαΊ£o Ninh beach. Took a xe Γ΄m. Swam, got stung by jellyfish. Cried a little. Ate grilled squid at the market. Cried no more.
Day 3: Phong Nha cave. Took the "bus" (minivan). Shared boat with two Germans. Drifted in the darkness. Felt like I was in a different century. Ate chΓ‘o sΖ°α»n for dinner. Best porridge ever.
Day 4: Rented a motorbike. Drove to MΕ©i Δiα»n. Ate raw crab. Sat on the rocks for an hour. On the way back, got lost. A farmer drew me a map in the dirt. Found my way. Felt like an explorer.
Day 5: Tam TΓ²a church. Didn't take photos. Sat on a bench. Thought about war and peace. In the evening, ate α»c luα»c with HΖ°Ζ‘ng, the woman from HuαΊΏ. We exchanged Facebooks. She sent me a friend request. I accepted.
Day 6: Paradise Cave. Regretted it. Too crowded. Left after an hour. Went back to CΓ΄ LiΓͺn's and drank three cups of coffee to wash away the disappointment. At night, Minh invited me to a bia hΖ‘i. We drank beer and talked about our dreams. He wants to be a tour guide. I think he'll be great.
Day 7: Last day. Ate chΓ‘o canh one more time. BΓ TuyαΊΏt gave me extra pork and refused to take money. I insisted. She finally accepted 30k and patted my hand. Walked across the bridge one last time. The light was that honey gold again. I tried to take a photo, but it didn't capture it. Some things you just have to remember.
Practical Stuff (Without the Boring Lists)
SCAM DIALOGUE (low effort): "Phong Nha? Closed today. I take you to my family's farm, very beautiful." I heard this near the bus station. I said "cαΊ£m Ζ‘n, hΓ΄m nay tΓ΄i Δi chΓΉa" (thanks, today I go to pagoda). He looked confused and walked away. Works every time.
Health thing: I ate a questionable oyster from a night market stall. My stomach protested at 3am. Ms. Thu gave me a bottle of "Menvi" – probiotics. Tasted like chalk, but worked in 2 hours. Buy it at any pharmacy for 15k.
Packing regret #47: I brought a bulky DSLR. Used it twice. The rest of the time it weighed me down. My phone took perfectly good photos. Also, bring earplugs. The train station is loud at 5:30am.
Local phrase that earned me discounts: "TΓ΄i muα»n Δn nhΖ° ngΖ°α»i Δα»a phΖ°Ζ‘ng" – I want to eat like a local. Used this at the seafood stall and the vendor gave me the small squid instead of the tourist‑priced grouper. Also, "BΓ TuyαΊΏt Ζ‘i, chΓ‘o ngon quΓ‘!" – say this and she'll beam.
And finally: learn the names of the ladies who feed you. BΓ TuyαΊΏt, CΓ΄ LiΓͺn, Ms. Thu. They remember you. They smile when you come back. That's the real Δα»ng Hα»i.
Still have questions?
Drop a comment below – I read every single one. Even the ones telling me I should've gone to HuαΊΏ.
Last updated: August 2023 · Spotted a mistake? I probably overtipped BΓ TuyαΊΏt again. Don't tell her.
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