Halong bay and it’s cones

Halong Bay from it’s fishery and peaceful side.

Halong Bay or Guilin and sea as some call it is located a little northeast of Hanoi. Most people going here book a Tour including sleeping on a boat, going Kayaking, and swimming in the bay. Somehow we missed out that this would be a possibility. We arranged a shuttle bus from our Hostel to Halong city and found our self with 15 hangover twenagers in a little tour bus. In Halong bay they entered the boat and left us with the trouble finding out where the ferry would be leaving the next day (definitely not where the tourists boats start). Even though the extremely cheap hotel we were staying with in Halong city did not provide any kind if service the owner was willing to rent us a motorbike. For Tom the best fun in days, for me a constant cause of fear, because a) the traffic in this country is crazy, b) it’s actually illegal judged with 2 years prison and c) the insurance would not cover the costs in a case of an accident. Anyway, it is a great way to explore the country taking you further than foods (the harbour for the Ferry to Quan Lan was 7 km from the hotel) and it is pretty fun.

Tom on his new favourite mode of transport. The helmets are actually only for not getting a fine than for protection.

Quan Lan is an island far off from the touristic buzz in Halong bay, with all it’s advantages and drawbacks. Though the room in our Hotel was nice and cheap, we felt constantly in the way of the owner as his only guests. The restaurant served very good seafood (my very first time picking fish from its bones with chopsticks), but as there were only few options you just had to pay the price.

Quan Lan market (three stands) just next to the drivers licence checking place on the ground of a historic building of some kind.

They do have some cheerful cemeteries here.

A historic building of some kind looking so in place in Quan Lan city.

The big attraction of the island is a white beach, that did not felt lonely but deserted with half rotten bamboo huts splattered along the shore.

Minh Chin beach looking not to battered when slightly out of focus.

However, we also found our lonely beach, just a km from there. And many people look up and greet you friendly when you bike by their houses (just a few kids throughing shoes on us probably in the believe we were Americans).

Aren’t they cute? Kept like the chickens, to be eaten like chickens just prepared in a different way.

Hanging out on our privat beach.

On our way back we opt for the slower boat taking a more indirect route and should not regret it. The boat was a very lovely wooden ferry passing slowly through cast mountains and along swimming fisher villages leaving us all the time to admire them.

The little fisher villages cuddling to the rocky stones.

Steffi and Tom on the Road

With Tommy traveling in the trains of this World.

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