Milonga in Vietnam

Back in Hanoi after Ha Long bay I had to decide where to go next. Plan A was rejoin Hannah in Bangkok on May 28th. I think we rushed Cambodia and I really liked what I saw of it so plan B was go back there for a while. Plan C was bump up the country count and go to Malaysia for a while. Plans B and C both include going back to Thailand for a couple of weeks to get in a diving course and some beach time in the islands before the next leg on my round the world ticket.

I spent a couple of days in Hanoi seeing the city and deciding that Plan B was the one to go for. There are direct flights from Hanoi to Siem Reap but they’re very expensive. Flights to Phnom Penh are indirect via Bangkok or Ho Chi Minh and are a bit less expensive. Another two days on buses was the cheapest way to get to Cambodia. For this time rich, money constrained traveller the best price/performance compromise was to fly to Ho Chi Minh and take a bus back to Phnom Penh. Factoring in the taxi fares and a night in a hostel in Ho Chi Minh the journey cost about US$100.

I tried to get a Chinese visa in Hanoi. According to the embassy website it is possible to get a same day visa but when I arrived at the embassy on Wednesday morning they said the earliest I could collect it would be Thursday. Oh, and I needed to provide additional documentation, not listed on the website or on the application form. So I went off and collected the additional paperwork they wanted and got back to the embassy at a couple of minutes past 11am to find it closed. The sign on on the door says it’s open Monday-Friday from 8am-11:30am for applications and from 4:30pm-5:00pm for collection only. Grrrr.

On Thursday I flew to Ho Chi Minh with Jetstar. The flight was delayed seven hours, which I didn’t discover until I tried to check in at Hanoi airport. Luckily they managed to transfer me onto an earlier flight which was also delayed. So I got to Ho Chi Minh pretty close to the advertised time of my original flight. Second time around Ho Chi Minh seemed slightly less chaotic. Google told me about a possible milonga on Friday night. That would be worth an extra night in town. An email to Tony, the organiser, confirmed it was on.  Ta.Tango organise a weekly class and milonga on Friday nights at Press Cafe – 14 Alexandre De Rhodes, District 1 – walking distance from my hotel. I spent some time in the afternoon trying to find a shoe shop with something more appropriate for dancing than flip flops. My search was unsuccessful. By the time I had showered and eaten dinner it was too late to get there for the class.  When I arrived at the venue the milonga was just starting and I found a mixture of about twenty locals and foreigners, regulars and visitors. Numbers were fairly well balanced. The music was traditional, arranged in tandas with cortinas. Refreshments were provided and everyone was really friendly. My trainers were too sticky on the floor so I danced in my socks. I felt rather rusty having not danced tango since early March but didn’t do too badly. The evening passed far too quickly and I was sad to say goodbye to everyone at the end of the milonga. If I’m in Ho Chi Minh again I’ll be sure to visit again. If you’re passing through the city and want to tango you should too.

Next morning I was up early for the bus to Phnom Penh.

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4 Responses to “Milonga in Vietnam”

  1. Cherie says:

    Are you sure you weren’t in Buenos Aires? All of the bureaucracy sounds oh too familiar!

    But it sounds as if you are really enjoying yourself, with lots of interesting experiences! Bravo!

    P.S. We had a student from Vietnam who was an excellent dancer!

    • Mark says:

      Hola Cherie,

      Yes, the trip has its moments! And yes, I’m really enjoying it. But I am missing dancing generally and tango in particular. Looking forward to getting back to Buenos Aires.

      Hasta setiembre.

  2. Yasmine says:

    so sad.. I was hoping to get some tango experience in cambodia, but I can’t find any milonga :(

    • Mark says:

      I’ve been in Cambodia over 3 years. Every now and then I have another go at finding some tango here. Without success so far, and it’s been so long since I’ve danced I’ve probably forgotten how to.

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