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Exploring Vietnam: Bus Adventure, (Cro & Eng Version)

Kada prepričavam svoje iskustvo iz Vijetnama, ljudi obično ostanu u šoku. Pitaju se zašto bi itko išao tamo. Iako je Vietnam zbilja jedna od najljepših zemalja koju sam posjetila, iscrpljujuć je i težak, što zbog smeća i prljavštine, zagađenosti zraka ili žohara i miševa na sve strane.

Tako sam ja na sredini putovanja po Vietnamu doživjela “živčani slom”. Požalila sam što se nalazimo tu i htjela sam otići iz te zemlje bilo gdje, samo daleko od nje.

Kako je sve krenulo?

Nakon dva provedena dana u Ninh Binh-u, vrijeme je bilo za sljedeće odredište, grad Da Nang. Bukirali smo noćni bus kako bi sljedeći dan imali slobodan za razgledavanje. Sama vožnja je trebala trajati 11 sati i bila sam uzbuđena zbog vijetnamskih noćnih buseva s obzirom na to da imaju ležaje gdje se možeš normalno ispružiti i spavati.

Bus je na prvu izgledao poprilično cool, imao je svjetla u bojama, a ležajevi su izgledali super ugodni. Bili smo uzbuđeni zbog nove avanture.

Osim Zvonimira, Leona, Aoife i mene, tu je bio i jedan Portugalac dok su svi ostali bili Vijetnamci u busu. Namrgođeni Vijetnamci.
Vijetnamce sam uvijek zamišljala kao slatke ljude s onim šeširićima i uvijek nasmiješene. Ne znam zašto. Ali ispostavilo se suprotnome tome, osim šeširića, to im je valjda zaštitni znak.
Nakon što smo se naviknuli na uvijek nasmijane Tajlanđane, šokirali smo se Vijetnamcima. Neraspoloženi, rijetko kad nasmiješeni i nepristojni (čast iznimkama).

Vietnamese roads

No vratimo se mi u bus.
Smjestivši se i spremni za spavanje počeli smo uočavati neke čudne bube po busu. Nije ti baš ugodno kad su oko tebe ali mislila sam da su to neke najobičnije glupe bube.
Odjednom je tih buba počelo biti sve više, neke su i letjele i počela sam sumnjati na one najgore bube – žohare. Izlazile su iz svih mogućih rupica i otvora.
Ubrzo je Leon ugledao ogromnog žohara na podu i to je bilo to. OPET! Događa se opet.

Ne mogu vjerovati, je li moguće da se ovo opet događa?! I to u busu?! Baš kad misliš da si prošao najgoru noćnu moru sa žoharima, kao što smo prošli u Halong Bayu, naletiš na njih u busu.

Počela sam paničariti, dok su Vijetnamci oko mene bili skroz smireni. Oni su naviknuti na te sve živine.

Bus je bio pun žohara i oni su se samo pojavljivali od nikuda. Vožnja je trebala trajati 11 sati i to je bilo neprihvatljivo. Počela sam od muke i očaja plakati.

Ubrzo smo stali na neko stajalište gdje je bus trebao pokupiti neke pošiljke i hranu. Uočile smo kako je prtljažnik bio pun hrane i voća, tako da nije bilo čudno što imamo žohare. Aoife i ja smo pokušavale riješiti situaciju, promijeniti bus, ma bilo što samo da izađemo iz trenutnog. Nazvali smo prijevozničku agenciju, i iako objašnjavajući 10 minuta ozbiljnost situacije, uporno su ponavljali da samo promijenimo sjedište (da, jer kad promijeniš sjedište onda žohari neće doći do tebe). Na kraju su nam drsko poklopili slušalicu.

Što je još ironično, pri ulazu u bus vas traže da izujete cipele da ne bi uprljali pod. Koji pod, onaj po kojem hodaju j žohari?! Užasan osjećaj, kao da hodaju po vama, a bilo ih je sve više i više. Bila sam očajna. Teški očaj. Nisam mogla zamisliti da spavam tu i da žohari hodaju po meni.

Mislila sam da smo na kraju ipak osuđeni na taj bus, no sjetili smo se još jedne opcije – nazvati vlasnika prethodnog hotela da nam sredi drugi bus. Nismo znali ni kako ni gdje ali morali smo pokušati.  Nakon pola sata čekanja, uspio je! Woohoo, sloboda, bye bye žohari!

Mislim da je vozač busa bio lagano ljut na nas i iskipao nas je u sred ničega, doslovno. Bila je to neka seoska cesta uz koju je bio svega jedan, nazovimo ga dućan, koji je bio zatvoren. Oko nas su bila polja, bio je mrak, nije bilo rasvjete i iskreno nismo bili ni sigurni hoće li se taj naš bus ikada pojaviti.

Vrijeme je prolazilo ali busa nije bilo. Bili smo nas četvero i Portugalac.
Zvonimir je trebao imati svoj redovni dnevni Skype s Američkim klijentima i nadao se kako će to uspjeti napraviti u busu. Kako busa nije bilo morao je obaviti razgovor na cesti, okružen poljima. Signal mu se stalno prekidao tako da je hodao okolo kako bi ih mogao čuti. Bilo je kaotično. Na leđima je nosio svoj ogromni teški backpack a naprijed ruksak. Pokušavao je pričati putem slušalica, ali je signal bio loš i još buka od kamiona koji su prolazili. U jednom trenutku je čak morao izvaditi laptop kako bi popravio neke kodove u programu. K A O S! To je život digitalnog nomada.

Nakon gotovo dva sata bus se ipak pojavio. Ulazeći u njega molila sam Boga da se ne ponovi ista situacija kao s prošlim busom.
I bilo je sve drugačije. Bus je bio pun mladih turista od svugdje, i nije bilo žohara. Moram priznati da mi je trebalo ipak malo vremena da se opustim i uspijem zaspati jer sam se još uvijek bojala da će mi neki isplivati od nekud. Trauma ljudi, trauma!

Stigli smo u Da Nang, i prvo što sam napravila je da sam provjerila apsolutno svaki centimetar hotelske sobe da se uvjerim da je sigurno. Hotelska soba je izgledala super, i imala je ogroman prozor preko cijelog zida s pogledom na grad. Ali, prašina, iskorišteni štapić za uši na podu i ostatci nekog smeća pokvare vam malo cijelu sliku.
Naime, u Vietnamu je jednostavno tako – prljavo. Bilo vani, bilo unutar, oni jednostavno ne pridaju veliku pažnju čistoći. Ali o tome ću više pisati u narednim postovima.

Trauma od žohara me nastavila proganjati. Više nisam u ništa bila sigurna. Očekivala sam ih svugdje. Čak sam se bojala da će mi ući u veliki backpack i da ću ih tako prevesti u Hrvatsku (mda, sad vidite do kud je išla moja trauma ili bolje reći ludilo).

Stajala sam kraj velikog prozora u sobi, gledala u daljinu i očajno razmišljala kako želim pobjeći iz ove zemlje žohara. Osjećala sam se tako daleko od naše lijepe Hrvatske (Totalno filmska scena, još su mi falile kapljice kiše na prozoru da zaokruže cijelu scenu). Pred nama je bilo 3 tjedna Vietnama i izgledalo je kao da će trajati 3 godine.

Ali, pogodite što se dogodilo već prvu noć u Da Nangu. Probudila sam se u sred noći, i na onom našem velikom prozoru bio je, pogađate, ogroman žohar! I to na sedmom katu. U mraku nisam bila sigurna je li s vanjske ili unutarnje strane prozora.
Probudila sam Zvonimira, i iako je on u vezi toga bio inače stvarno smiren i nije se toliko živcirao kao ja, njegova prva reakcija je tada bila: “ A daj ne se*i, opet?!”.

Najveća ironija u cijeloj priči sa žoharima je da iako sam ja ta koja ih se najviše bojala i živcirala dok je Zvonimir bio smiren, na kraju sam ja bila ta koja ih je ubijala. Bilo ih je teško ubiti jer imaju tvrdi oklop, i onda se čuje kvrckanje, a to je bila najveća gadost Zvonimiru, kvrckanje tijela žohara dok odlazi u vječni san. Stoga on to nije htio raditi haha.  (Ispričavam se na gnjusnim detaljima).

Uglavnom, ispostavilo se na kraju da je žohar bio ipak s vanjske strane stakla, ali to je svejedno značilo da su prisutni u hotelu. Sljedeće jutro sam pozatvarala sve prozore u sobi a i izvan sobe u hodniku jer nisam htjela da bilo kakva živina ulazi.

Vietnam - flower

Ovom avanturom i jednim priznanjem završavam današnji post.
Naime, kada se sjetim cijelog tog ludila kojeg sam prolazila sa žoharima, žao mi je što sam upravo zbog toga i straha propustila neke lijepe situacije. Žao mi je što sam bila na stalnom oprezu od kuda će mi sljedeći žohar iskočiti umjesto da sam se opustila i jednostavno uživala i živjela. Žao mi je što se nisam više sprdala s tim i smijala se. Jer poslije, gotovo uvijek, se upravo i smijemo tim “lošim” situacijama, kao što se ja upravo smijem cijeloj situaciji. Zapamtite to!

Ponekad nismo svjesni lijepih stvari i trenutka, i uzimamo ga zdravo za gotovo, a na kraju kao posljedica bude nam žao. Bude nam žao što smo gubili vrijeme brinući i živcirajući se, bude nam žao što u baš takvim situacijama nismo rekli DA “životnom humoru”, DA ŽIVOTU!!

Kao što sam negdje pročitala, ako imaš problem, strah od nečega, ili nesto treće, pitaj se “Što bi Ljubav sada učinila na mom mjestu?”.

Sljedeći put vas vodim po Da Nangu i još nekim novim mjestima, naravno, sa skuterom.

Pišite mi ispod u komentarima jeste li imali slična iskustva sa žoharima i bojite li ih se uopće?

 

Vietnamese market - woman selling fruits on bike



When I tell people about my experience in Vietnam, they usually stay in shock, wondering why would anyone go there. Although Vietnam is absolutely one of the most beautiful country I have visited, it’s also exhausting and difficult to travel there, because of garbage and dirt, air pollution or cockroaches and mice all over the place.

So in the middle of my trip to Vietnam, I had a “breakdown”. I regretted to be there and wanted to leave the country, and just be far away from Vietnam.

So what happened?

After two days spent in Ninh Binh, it was time for the next destination, Da Nang city. We booked a night bus so we can have the next day free for sightseeing. The ride itself was supposed to last 11 hours, and I was excited about the Vietnam night bus since they have beds where you can normally stretch and sleep.

The bus looked pretty cool at first, had light in the colors, and beds looked super comfortable. We were excited about the new adventure.

Except Zvonimir, Leo, Aoife and me, there was also one Portuguese while all the others were the Vietnamians in the bus. Frowning Vietnamese.
I always imagined the Vietnamese as sweet, always smiling people with those hats. I don’t know why. But it turned out to be the opposite, except for the hat, that’s probably their trademark.
After we got used to the smiling Thais, we were shocked by the Vietnamese. Unhappy, rarely smiled and rude (honoring exceptions).

Vietnamese roads

But let’s get back to the bus.

When we settled down and were ready to sleep, all of a sudden we began to notice some weird bugs on the bus. You can’t be very comfortable when they are around you, but I thought that was some random stupid bugs.
Suddenly, there were more and more bugs, some of them flew, and I began to doubt that was the worst bugs – cockroaches. They started going out of all holes on the bus. Soon Leon saw a huge cockroach on the floor, and that was it, I knew it. AGAIN! It was happening again.

I can’t believe it, is this possible, again?! Cockroaches in the bus?! Just when you think you’ve been through the worst nightmare with the cockroaches when we went to Halong Bay, you get them again on the bus.

I started to panic, while the Vietnamese around me were quite calm because they used to live with cockroaches.

The bus was full of cockroaches, and they just appeared from nowhere. The ride supposed to last 11 hours and it was unacceptable. I began to cry out of desperation.

Soon the bus stopped to pick up some baggage and food, and we noticed how the bus trunk was full of food and fruits. It was clearly understood why we have cockroaches on the bus. Aoife and I were trying to fix the situation, change the bus, whatever, just to get out of the current one. We called the bus agency, although we explained to them the seriousness of the situation, they repeatedly kept telling us that we can only change the seats (yes, because when you change your seat then the cockroaches will not come to you). In the end, they hung up the phone.

What’s more ironic, at the bus entrance, they’re asking you to get your shoes off, so the bus floor doesn’t get dirty. Which floor, the one where the roaches are?! A terrible feeling, I felt like they are all upon me, and there was more and more of them. I was desperate. I couldn’t imagine I sleep there and cockroaches walking on me.

I thought we were eventually convicted to a bus with cockroaches, but then we came up with another one option – call the owner of the previous hotel to get us another bus. We didn’t know how or where, but we had to try. After half an hour of waiting, he called us to tell us we can change the bus! Wohoooo, freedom, bye bye cockroaches!

I think the bus driver was a bit angry at us and hit us in the middle of nowhere, literally. It was a country road with only one shop, which was closed. There were fields around us, it was dark, there was no lighting, and we weren’t sure if the bus would ever come up.

Time passed by but there was no bus. There were four of us and the Portuguese guy.

Zvonimir supposed to have his regular daily Skype with American clients and hoped he would do it from the bus. As the bus still didn’t come, he had to do the Skype from the road, surrounded by fields. The internet signal was constantly interrupted, so he walked around to catch the better signal. It was chaotic. He wore his huge heavy backpack and on his chest had a small backpack. He tried to talk through headphones, and there was noise from cars. At one point he even had to take out his laptop to fix some code in the program. C H A O S! That’s digital nomad life.

After almost two hours the bus appeared. Entering it, I begged God not to have the same situation as in the previous bus.

And it was all different. The bus was full of young tourists from everywhere, and there were no cockroaches. I have to admit it, I needed a little time to relax and managed to fall asleep because I was still afraid that some cockroach would get out of somewhere. I had trauma because of cockroaches.

We came to Da Nang, and the first thing I did was checking out absolutely every inch of the hotel room to make sure it was safe from cockroaches. The hotel room looked good, and it had a huge window with the city view. But, the dust, the earmuffs on the floor and the remains of a junk kinda destroyed the whole picture.
Well, Vietnam is simply – dirty. Whether out there, whether inside, they simply don’t pay much attention to cleanliness. But I will write more about it in the following posts.

Trauma caused by cockroaches continued to bother me. I was no longer safe at all. I was expecting them everywhere. I was afraid that I would get into big backpack cockroaches and that I would transfer them to Croatia (I know, I was losing my mind).

I was standing by the big window in the room, looking in the distance and desperately thinking of how I wanted to escape from this country of cockroaches. (Totally a film scene, if there were raindrops on the window that would complete the scene, haha). There were 3 weeks of Vietnam in front of us, and it looked like it would take 3 years.

But guess what happened the first night in Da Nang. So, I woke up in the middle of the night, and on that big window was, you guessed, a huge cockroach! On the seventh floor. In the dark, I wasn’t sure whether it was on the inside or on the outside of the window.
I woke Zvonimir, and although he was always really calm and not as nervous as I was when it comes to cockroaches, his first reaction was: “Oh sh*t, again?!”

The biggest irony in the whole story with cockroaches is that even though I was the one who was most afraid while Zvonimir was calm, I was the one who was killing cockroaches all the time. It was hard to kill them because of their hard armor, and then you can hear the crunch, and that was the so discomfort to Zvonimir. So he didn’t want to do. (I apologize for the mentioned details about killing cockroaches, but sometimes I didn’t have a choice).

In the end, it turned out that the cockroach was on the outside of the window, but anyway, that meant they were present there. The following morning, I closed all the windows in the room and outside the room in the corridor because I didn’t want any kind of cockroaches or whatever to enter.

With this adventure and one recognition, I’m ending today’s post.
Well, when I remember the whole madness I had with the cockroaches, I’m sorry that I missed some beautiful situations just because of fear. I’m sorry I was on constant alert from where the next cockroach would pop out instead of letting myself relax and simply enjoy and live. I’m sorry I didn’t laugh more. Because after all, we always laugh at such “bad” situations. Remember it!

Sometimes we’re not aware of the present moment, and we take it for granted, and in the end, as a result, we’re sorry. We’re sorry we have spent time worrying and nervous, we are sorry that in such situations we didn’t say yes to “life humor” and YES TO LIVING!

As I’ve read somewhere, if you’re scared or have some insecurity or something else, ask yourself “What would Love do”?

The next time I will take you to explore Da Nang and some new places, of course, with a scooter.

Have you had similar experiences with cockroaches and are you afraid of them at all? You can leave me a comment down below.

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  1. Bukvalno! 😀 Citam i ponovo prozivljavam svoje iskustvo! 😀 Vrh ! Ali….da realno….ljudi sa Balkana uvek pitaju : “zasto si uopste bila tamo i sta je to tako lepo ?” 😀

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