Vinh
(In the Best Way – eel porridge, communist mosaics, and a karaoke night I'll never forget)
π Jump to... (i'm all over the place)
How I Ended Up in Vinh
Honestly? I only came because the train ticket to Δα»ng Hα»i was sold out, and the guy at the counter in Hanoi said "Vinh is only four more hours, you can go to Phong Nha later." I was too tired to argue. Also, I'd heard Vinh was “the city that survived the bombs” – during the American War it was flattened, rebuilt, and somehow still feels raw. I wanted to see that. And cheap beer, obviously.
First impression stepping off the Reunification Express at Vinh station, 6:47am, November 2024: the SMELL. Not unpleasant – a mix of coal smoke from the nearby brick kilns, wet cement, and that specific scent of diesel and morning phα». And the cool. After humid Hanoi, Vinh in November was crisp, almost autumn. I shivered in my thin jacket. A woman with a conical hat was sweeping the platform, and the light – grey, diffused, like someone had put a softbox over the city – hit the concrete pillars. I saw a graffiti tag: "ΔαΊ T" in white spray paint. I saw it again three times that day. ΔαΊ‘t became my imaginary friend.
What went wrong immediately? I assumed my homestay was near the centre. I typed "Hα»ng SΖ‘n" into Google Maps and started walking. After 20 minutes I realized I was heading toward the industrial zone. Trucks. Dust. A man selling motorcycle tires looked at me with pity. I turned around, bought a bΓ‘nh mΓ¬ from a cart (10k, pΓ’tΓ© and chαΊ£ lα»₯a, best decision), and booked a Grab. The driver laughed and said "Hα»ng SΖ‘n cΓ³ hai cΓ‘i, em Δi nhαΊ§m rα»i" (There are two Hα»ng SΖ‘n wards, you went to the wrong one). Classic.
The Neighborhoods: Real Talk
LΓ MAO – my heart, my chaos. This is where Vinh actually lives. At 8am, the sidewalks on LΓͺ Mao street are a symphony of xe Γ΄m drivers sipping trΓ ΔΓ‘, students in white ao dai wobbling on motorbikes, and women carrying baskets of dragon fruit. I walked from the roundabout with the statue of Lenin (yes, Lenin in Vinh – it's a thing) all the way to the market. At 8pm, the same street transforms: the α»c stalls come out, families sit on tiny plastic stools, and someone is always, ALWAYS singing karaoke. I heard "BΓ¨o DαΊ‘t MΓ’y TrΓ΄i" three times in one night. It was beautiful. The coffee here – not the tourist stuff. At CΓ PhΓͺ CΓ΄ Huα» on LΓͺ Mao, an alley so narrow you have to turn sideways, the owner roasts beans in a wok over charcoal. I asked her, "CΓ΄ Ζ‘i, sao ngon vαΊy?" (why so delicious?). She said, "BΓ mαΊt gia ΔΓ¬nh" (family secret). 15k for a phin filter coffee. I went every morning.
π« TRASH ZONE: Quang Trung – the "new urban" area. It's fine, I guess, if you like identical beige apartment blocks and VinMart+ on every corner. I walked through it at 5pm and felt absolutely nothing. No street food, no honking, no life. A guy was watering a plant. That was the highlight. Skip it. Go to Hα»ng SΖ‘n (the right one) instead.
Hα»NG SΖ N (the real one) – older, grittier, closer to the train station. Narrow streets, houses that survived the 70s, and the best bΓ‘nh mΖ°α»p in the city (see food section). At 6am, the market on Nguyα» n VΔn Cα»« spills onto the road – live eels in plastic basins, piles of rau thΖ‘m, a lady sharpening knives with a foot-powered wheel. I bought a bag of rambutan for 20k and the vendor corrected my pronunciation ("ram-bu-tan, khΓ΄ng phαΊ£i ram-bu-tαΊ±n"). She laughed. I laughed. That's Vinh.
BαΊΎN THỦY – the port area. Honestly, I only went because I got on the wrong bus (again). It's industrial, dusty, and the river view is blocked by cargo cranes. BUT. There's a tiny bΓΊn cΓ‘ place near the ferry terminal that made me forget I was lost. So maybe it's not trash, just… misunderstood.
Food That Made Me Emotional
1. ChΓ‘o lΖ°Ζ‘n – 23 LΓͺ Hα»ng Phong (no sign, just a plastic stool empire). Fight me, this is the best chΓ‘o lΖ°Ζ‘n in all of Nghα» An. A woman named CΓ΄ Lan has been serving it here for 34 years. The eel is shredded, stir-fried with turmeric and shallots until it's caramelized, then ladled over a bowl of rice porridge that's thicker than Saigon style. You add fresh herbs, a squeeze of calamansi, and a tiny dried chili. I ate it at 7am, still jet-lagged, and I literally said "oh my god" out loud. 35k. I went back three mornings in a row. On the last day, CΓ΄ Lan gave me extra eel and said "lαΊ§n sau dαΊ«n bαΊ‘n trai Δi" (next time bring your boyfriend). I don't have a boyfriend, but I smiled anyway.
2. BΓ‘nh mΖ°α»p – chợ Hα»ng SΖ‘n, stall sα» 12. It looks like a fat white worm, which is why I almost ran away. It's actually a steamed rice roll stuffed with minced pork and wood ear mushrooms, shaped like a loofah (hence "mΖ°α»p"). The texture is bouncy, weird, addictive. Dipped in fish sauce with pickled carrot. The vendor, a 70-year-old man with one gold tooth, saw my hesitation and said "Δn Δi, khΓ΄ng chαΊΏt ΔΓ’u" (eat, you won't die). I ate. He was right. 15k for four pieces. I dream about them.
3. DISAPPOINTMENT THAT STILL HAUNTS ME: A "ΔαΊ·c sαΊ£n" restaurant near the Vinh train station. It had English menus and pictures of Uncle Ho on the wall. I ordered nem chua Nghα» An – fermented pork roll, supposedly a regional specialty. It was dry, bland, and cost 80k. Later, a local told me the best nem chua is sold by a lady on a bicycle near the university, 15k each. I never found her. Regret.
4. Street food that scared then delighted me: α»c nhα»i thα»t – snails stuffed with minced pork and lemongrass, then steamed. I saw a group of workers eating it at 9pm near the Lenin statue. The texture is… assertive. But the broth is incredible – salty, sour, a hint of chili. A man named Mr. HΓΉng (retired sailor) taught me how to use the toothpick. He said "ngΖ°α»i Viα»t mΓ¬nh Δn α»c tα»« nhα»" (we Vietnamese eat snails since childhood). I paid 50k for a plate and felt like I'd passed a test.
5. Expensive mistake: A "fusion" restaurant in the new urban area. 250k for a "Nghα» An tasting platter". Miniature portions, cold rice, and a waitress who sighed when I asked for chopsticks. Never again.
Tourist Stuff vs. What Actually Ruled
π₯ HOT TAKE Skip the Ho Chi Minh Museum in Vinh. I know, I know, he was born in Nghα» An, and the museum is huge and modernist and full of relics. But it feels… sterile. I went on a Sunday and there were maybe five other visitors, all in guided tours. The exhibits are interesting if you read Vietnamese, but the English translations are minimal. I spent 45 minutes and left feeling like I'd checked a box, not felt anything.
What ruled instead: Kim LiΓͺn village (Ho Chi Minh's birthplace). Yes, it's touristy, but go at 4pm. The light hits the thatched roofs and the lotus pond turns gold. I walked around without a guide, just followed the path. A caretaker saw me lingering and gestured for me to sit under a banyan tree. He didn't speak, just smiled. I sat there for 20 minutes. No entry fee (donation suggested). THAT was more moving than the museum.
Cα»a LΓ² beach? It's fine, I guess, if you like grey sand and aggressive coconut vendors. I went on a cloudy weekday; the water was choppy, the sky matched the sea. A group of retired men were fishing. One of them, Mr. SΖ‘n, let me hold his rod. No catch. Still, better than a resort pool.
Vinh's "Hα» Goong" (Goong Lake) – a random lake in the middle of the city, surrounded by cafes. At 5:30pm, the light hits the water and the old French-era villas on the east side turn peach-coloured. I sat at a plastic table, drank cΓ phΓͺ sα»―a ΔΓ‘ (15k), and watched a man fish with a net. No tourists. No souvenir shops. Just Vinh.
Pu Mat National Park? I didn't go because it's 2 hours away, but a German guy at my homestay did and said it was incredible – waterfalls, langurs, real jungle. If you have time, do that. I didn't. Next time.
Getting Around: What Google Maps Won't Tell You
Google Maps said: "Take bus number 2 from Vinh station to LΓͺ Mao." I walked to the bus stop. Waited 25 minutes. A woman selling boiled corn told me "xe buΓ½t sα» 2, 30 phΓΊt nα»―a, mΓ hay hα»ng" (30 more minutes, but it breaks often). I took a Grab Bike – 25k, arrived in 8 minutes. Vinh's buses exist, but they run on "maybe" schedule. Also, many don't have route numbers displayed in Latin script. I saw one that just said "VINH - CỬA LΓ" in Vietnamese. If you don't read Vietnamese, good luck.
I rented a motorbike from my homestay – 100k/day, a Honda Wave with a loose rear brake. Day 2, I got a flat tire near the university. A repair shop on Nguyα» n Phong SαΊ―c fixed it for 50k and the mechanic, a guy named Mr. ThαΊ―ng, showed me how to check tire pressure. He refused to charge me for air. I bought him a 10k iced tea. We sat on plastic stools and watched the traffic. No English, no Google Translate – just nods and smiles. That's Vinh transport.
Best hack: the "xe Γ΄m" drivers near the Lenin statue are older, less likely to overcharge. I negotiated 70k for a 30-minute tour of the city. Mr. Δα»©c, 68 years old, had been a xe Γ΄m driver since 1990. He pointed at buildings: "cΓ‘i nΓ y cΕ©, thα»i Mα»Ή" (this one is old, from the American war). His English was zero, my Vietnamese was garbage, but he showed me the bomb crater that's now a children's playground. I tipped him 20k. He tried to refuse. I insisted. He smiled, a gold tooth glinting.
Where I Stayed: The Good, Bad, and Weird
NhΓ nghα» HΖ°Ζ‘ng Sen – 16 NgΓ΅ 3, LΓͺ Mao. I found it on Agoda for $14/night. The photos showed a bright room with a window overlooking greenery. The reality: the window faced an interior stairwell, and the "greenery" was a potted plastic plant. BUT. The bed was firm in that orthopedic way, the sheets smelled like jasmine, and there was a tiny balcony where I could hang my laundry. Also, a gecko named Gerald (I named him) lived behind the TV. He chirped at 7pm every night.
The shower: pressure like a gentle drizzle, and the temperature was either "room temperature" or "sudden arctic blast." I learned to shower quickly. The noise: at 5:30am, the neighbour started frying spring rolls – the smell of shallot oil seeped through the walls. At first I was annoyed, then I realised it was my alarm. By day 3, I was waking up before the spring rolls.
What photos don't show: the mould in the corner of the bathroom. Not terrible, just a faint black bloom near the ceiling. I didn't complain because the owner, Ms. Sen, was so sweet. She brought me a bowl of chΓ‘o lΖ°Ζ‘n on my second morning. "Em Δn sΓ‘ng Δi" (eat breakfast). She refused payment. I cried a little.
Price paid: $56 for 4 nights (cash). Worth it? Absolutely. Because of Ms. Sen and Gerald the gecko.
The Thing That Surprised Me
I expected Vinh to be grey. Grey from the war, grey from the industry, grey from the perpetual overcast. And it is, a little. But it's also green – the public parks are immaculate, the lotus ponds in Kim LiΓͺn are electric in the late afternoon, and the bougainvillea spills over walls in shocking pink. What surprised me was the pride. People here don't want to be Saigon or Hanoi. They're Vinh. They survived bombs, rebuilt, and now they have the best eel porridge in the country and they don't care if you know it or not.
Also surprised me: the quiet. After 10pm, LΓͺ Mao empties. No honking, no drunk tourists. Just the occasional motorbike and the sound of someone sweeping. I sat on the balcony at midnight, drinking a Saigon Red, listening to the geckos. I felt something I haven't felt in years: completely present.
And the karaoke. I was at a bΓΊn cΓ‘ place and an old man started singing "Nhα» Vα» ThΔm Vinh" (Remember to visit Vinh). The whole restaurant – 12 people – joined in. I didn't know the words, but I hummed. No one looked at their phones. That's the real Vinh.
Money: What I Actually Spent
I'm obsessive. I track every dong. Here's the breakdown for 4 nights / 4.5 days. All in USD for y'all, but I paid in crumpled VND.
| Category | What I Paid | Worth It? |
|---|---|---|
| Accommodation (4 nights) | $56 | Yes, Gerald was a great roommate |
| Food & drinks | $48 | chΓ‘o lΖ°Ζ‘n alone worth $20 |
| Transport (bike rental, Grab, xe Γ΄m) | $31 | Mr. Δα»©c's tour = priceless |
| Attractions/entrance | $9 | mostly donations and a coconut |
| SIM card (Viettel, 50GB) | $6 | essential, got lost daily |
| Souvenirs (dried eel, a ceramic buffalo) | $15 | buffalo now guards my fridge |
| TOTAL | $165 | cheaper than a weekend in ΔΓ LαΊ‘t |
Mistakes I Made So You Don't Have To
- ✖ 1. I packed only a light jacket. November in Vinh is COLDER than you think. Not Saigon cold, but that damp, bone-chilling mist that seeps into your hoodie. I spent 280k on a "Nghα» An" sweatshirt from a market stall. It's ugly. I love it.
- ✖ 2. I didn't book the train back in advance. Thought "it's low season, I'll get a ticket easily." Ha. The Reunification Express was fully booked for two days. I had to take a sleeper bus – 9 hours, cramped, with a man who snored like a chainsaw. Book your train out of Vinh at least 3 days ahead.
- ✖ 3. I tried to use my credit card at a local restaurant. They looked at it like it was a foreign object. Vinh is still very cash-based. ATMs are everywhere, but they often dispense only in 500k notes, which street vendors can't break. Keep 50k and 100k notes. I learned this after a very awkward 10 minutes with a bΓΊn chαΊ£ lady.
- ✖ 4. I assumed the train station had luggage storage. It doesn't. I had to pay a nearby coffee shop 30k to watch my bag for 2 hours. The coffee was terrible. Pack light or stay near the station on your last day.
- ✖ 5. I didn't bring earplugs. The train tracks are close to the city center. At 3am, freight trains rumble through. Horns. Squealing metal. Gerald the gecko didn't care, but I did. Buy earplugs.
Also, I called a woman "bΓ " (grandma) and she was probably 55. She laughed, but I wanted to crawl under the table. Use "chα»" for women unless they're clearly 80+.
How It Actually Went: Day by Day
Thursday, November 14: Meant to arrive at 10am. Train delayed near Thanh HΓ³a – signal failure. Arrived 1pm, hangry. Walked to the wrong Hα»ng SΖ‘n. BΓ‘nh mΓ¬ saved me. Checked into HΖ°Ζ‘ng Sen, met Gerald. Ate chΓ‘o lΖ°Ζ‘n at CΓ΄ Lan's. Walked along LΓͺ Mao, saw the Lenin statue at sunset. Ate α»c nhα»i thα»t with Mr. HΓΉng. Went to bed at 9pm, exhausted, happy.
Friday, November 15: Woke up at 5:30 (spring roll alarm). Rented bike. Drove to Kim LiΓͺn village – got there at 8am, already a few tour groups. Waited until 4pm, sat under banyan tree. Watched the lotus pond turn gold. Drove back, got a flat tire near the university. Mr. ThαΊ―ng fixed it, taught me about tire pressure. Dinner: bΓ‘nh mΖ°α»p at chợ Hα»ng SΖ‘n. The old man with the gold tooth winked at me. I bought four pieces. Ate them all. No regrets.
Saturday, November 16: Planned to go to Cα»a LΓ² beach. Weather was grey, but went anyway. Sat with Mr. SΖ‘n the fisherman for an hour. No fish. Bought a coconut, walked on the cold sand. Felt peaceful. Evening: Ms. Sen brought me chΓ‘o lΖ°Ζ‘n. I tried to pay, she refused. I bought her a bag of oranges the next day. She smiled. I felt like I'd passed some test.
Sunday, November 17: Slept through my alarm. Missed sunrise. Didn't care. Spent the morning at CΓ PhΓͺ CΓ΄ Huα», watching the alley come alive. Ate bΓΊn cΓ‘ at BαΊΏn Thủy (the wrong-bus adventure). Afternoon: visited the bomb crater playground. Kids were playing on swings. I sat on a bench and tried to imagine the war. I couldn't. Maybe that's the point. Evening: karaoke at the bΓΊn cΓ‘ place. Sang "Nhα» Vα» ThΔm Vinh" (badly). Everyone clapped. I felt like a local.
Monday, November 18: Last day. Ate chΓ‘o lΖ°Ζ‘n one last time. CΓ΄ Lan gave me extra eel and said "mai Δi Γ ?" (leaving tomorrow?). I nodded. She squeezed my hand. Walked along LΓͺ Mao, bought a ceramic buffalo from a market stall. Took a Grab to the station. Watched the grey buildings blur past. Already planning my return.
Practical Stuff (Without the Boring Lists)
This almost happened to me: At the train station, a guy offered to carry my bag and then demanded 100k. I said "tΓ΄i tα»± xΓ‘ch Δược" (I can carry it myself) and walked away. He followed for a few steps, then gave up. Don't make eye contact with unhelpful "helpers".
Health thing that went wrong: Not me, but a French girl at the homestay. She ate a salad from a street cart and spent two days in bed. Vinh's tap water is not safe, and salads washed in it can be risky. I stuck to cooked food and fruit with peel. Also, the air quality near the industrial zone can be poor – I wore a KN95 mask when exploring BαΊΏn Thủy.
Thing I wish I'd packed: A rechargeable hand warmer. November in Vinh isn't freezing, but it's damp and the chill seeps into your fingers. I bought a pack of those disposable warmers at a pharmacy – 25k for two. They helped. Also, a power bank. My homestay had exactly one outlet, behind the bed.
One random hack: The best and cheapest chΓ‘o lΖ°Ζ‘n isn't on Google Maps. It's at 23 LΓͺ Hα»ng Phong, no sign, just a blue tarp. CΓ΄ Lan starts serving at 6am and runs out by 9am. Go early. Also, the Viettel store on Quang Trung sells SIM cards with no passport scan – just handed me a card, 120k for 80GB. I used 20GB in 4 days because I kept watching Vietnamese cooking reels.
Still have questions? Wanna fight about chΓ‘o lΖ°Ζ‘n?
Drop a comment below – I read every single one. Even the guy who says CΓ΄ Lan's isn't the best (you're wrong, but I still love you).
Last updated: November 2024 · prices probably went up (everything's gone up)
❤️ If you see CΓ΄ Lan at 23 LΓͺ Hα»ng Phong, tell her the Aussie who always asked for "thΓͺm lΖ°Ζ‘n" says hi. And give Gerald the gecko a cricket for me.
No comments:
Post a Comment