I will now tell you the story of my experiences on The Bus Number 5, the bus that goes between Bien Hoa and Ho Chi Minh City. 45 minutes at its best, x minutes at its worst. (Two hours is probably a reasonable maximum.) 20 miles/35km.
My bus ride to HCMC was pretty smooth, about an hour. I even managed to get to the bus station with only the slightest hiccup – my (apparently) money-hungry taxi driver decided to drop me off PAST the bus station. He even pointed out the bus station to me, and so I thought we were going to some carpark at the back or something. Erm, apparently not. Oh well, fifteen minutes walk and one friendly guard guy later, I found the bus station, and even the Bus Number 5. I asked the lovely conductor if it's going to the zoo (where I was advised to get off), he said yes, and when it was my stop he beckoned me off. Cam on anh :)
|Empty bus station|
I was adviced my one of the Vietnamese girls at my centre to get the bus 19 after getting off at the zoo. I got off the bus, looked around, saw another bus, and lo and behold, it was bus number 19. Superbly smooth. :)
My bus ride back to Bien Hoa wasn't as smooth. Haha. Firstly, I had got three different sets of advice about where I should catch The Bus Number 5 – the zoo/the bus station/Ben Thanh market. Out of those, the market was by far the closest. I did think suspicious that, if the bus actually left from the market, that woulda meant two very knowledgeable people had been wrong... However, the market was the easiest, so, stupidly ignorantly and optimistically and naively (and lazily), I crossed my fingers and walked to the market. Nope, no bus 5. Obviously. And no one was very helpful (not blaming them, just my inability to speak their language :( ). A xeom driver came to talk to me so I accepted his offer (he was offering to take me to Bien Hoa, I said haha no, zoo please). In any other case I would've just found a bus to take me to the zoo, but it woulda taken too long - it was about five o'clock and I knew the last bus goes at five something...
He took me to the zoo. The problem is that the zoo is big. And I had no idea which side of the zoo my bus would be leaving. The driver kept asking me where to stop me, I had no idea, so when we seemed to be getting a bit further away, I got him to stop. I wandered about looking for a bus stop, to no avail, so I went to talk to this guard guy at a nearby fancy building. As usual, guard guys don't speak English, and they are hesitant to even try and understand your mimings of a bus and talent in Vietnamese numbers. (5 is NAM in Vietnamese, with a high intonation.) Luckily there was a student-girl he beckoned over, who very friendlily told me that bus number 5 does not go in this district, just bus 6. Did I want bus 6? No, I didn't. Ok, great. Still, after a chat she looked up bus timetables on her phone and then suggested I walk down the street and that the bus 5 should be coming at some point. Still a bit confused what happened there, but so I made my way over and down this very busy road. I found a bus stop, and, fingers crossed and many prayers said, looked at the timetables. Hurrah, bus number 5! And hurrah, it was 17.19, and apparently the last bus goes at 17.30. (Bus times are obviously very, very, very approximate here, but luckily it was on-timeish this time round.)
|Yay hello bus number 5!|
So, bus number 5. All the other buses in HCMC have lit-up front top bits where it says clearly where they're going, a more modern type of bus. I instantly recognised bus number 5 from the fact that it did NOT have a lit-up front, that it looked like the great-grandfather of all the other buses on the street. It was on a far-away lane, so well in advance I started waving it down. Even as it was switching lanes (“switching lanes” = turning the steering wheel to the right and hoping not many motorbikes/taxis are in the way) I saw the bus drivers confused expression. Another lost tourist...? Why would SHE want to get on this bus...? My (British) friend J from Bien Hoa told me later that a Bus Number 5 had once literally driven past him, not wanting to stop for him... Anyways, this bus didn't stop for me, but it did slow down enough with its doors open so the conductor a.k.a usherer-in could pull me into the bus.
Because, once you get on bus number 5 it is a different world. It was pretty full, and needless to say I was by far the only Westerner. Three massive boxes were stood in one corner, and there was this huge white board thing on the floor that no one was standing on. Dunno what it was, still dunno, nothing too harmful coz when the bus got more packed people happily stood on it.
For once in my life I had thought ahead, and so didn't have to do the stupid-tourist-unknowledgeable-about-the-difference-of-a-500-note-and-a-500,000-note, and had the 15,000 prepared for the conductor (about 40p). Stood for about twenty minutes, then luckily got a seat before it got even more packed.
|Picture taken just for you oh fans|
One and a half hours on the Bus Number 5. Hot, sweaty, many people. Bus doors open most of the time (aircon). Every five to ten seconds the bus would make sure everyone stayed awake by beeping the vehicles in front. (It was a loud, 'calming' beep which can't really be described as a beep but... a bellow. Like, if buses bellowed. In a low, old manishly patient way. Very bass.) (And this isn't rudeness, just a way of giving bikers a chance to escape Death By Bus.) (My friend AidZzZ says buses are called coffins with wheels. Stay away from buses, coz unlike bikes they will not swerve or slow down for you.)
About half-way through we stopped somewhere random and a man came to pick up them massive boxes in the bus. He and the conductor girl had a happy long chat, then both disappeared, and we were stood there for about fifteen minutes. Even the locals were starting to look outside, confused, though for many it was still very normal – time for a cigarette break etc outside. When we finally did leave, it came as a surprise to some – three guys had to run and catch up with the leaving bus.
After a long, long while we finally arrived at Bien Hoa bus station. Tired of sticky buses, scary motorbike rides and bad directions from others, I decided I would be a strong independent human being and rely on my own legs and walk from the bus station. Googlemaps said 32minutes to the centre (where I was going), that's manageable. Wasn't even too hot since it was past seven in the evening. So I politely refused the MIRRIAD taxiists and motorbike-taxiists offering their services, and tried to walk confidently out the station.
I got about a third of the way when I decided I was lost. I asked for directions, the guy at the internet café replied “it would be easier if you phone your friend and ask her to come meet you” than find the right way, apparently. Aha, ok...
Made it back to the main road which was the last bit which was correct on googlemaps. Ok, I give up, I thought. I'll find a taxi or xeom. But, as always, when you need something, they don't appear. I even wandered into the main area of the big road to see if I saw any taxis. Nope.
Finally someone came to offer me motorbike. I talentedly discussed and haggled it to 20,000, and was about to get on when I realised he hadn't given me a helmet. Ha, no, I need a helmet. I will not go on a motorbike without a helmet. Annoyingly this guy decided to drive next to me for the next five minutes, and after a few polite refusals I went to ignoring him, and he finally accepted the message and left. At this point another xeom-driver, a 'real' one, came over, with a helmet, I thanked heavens and got on. He took me to the centre and I would've happily tipped him with thousands.
Transport is not easy here. It may be cheap, but it is not easy. And apparently googlemaps is not to be trusted in Bien Hoa. I seem to spend about 75% of my time outdoors in Bien Hoa lost.
But, it's all part of the experience eh.
PS Edit: Vocab for future references: BUS in Vietnamese is xe dò.