Thursday, June 07, 2007

Chu Lai's bus trip from hell!

by Saigon Charlie

Saigon to ‘Dodge City’ (Quang Ngai), Vietnam

Mother of Mary! I finally made it to what can only be described as the Wild, Wild, West! But yes, you are right I am in the ‘east’, or at least on the east coast of Vietnam, and what a place this place is.

Getting here was rather tame if you overlook the Vietnam Air Services (VASCO) ATR-72’s bald tires, high speed taxis and fast landing approaches, with what was most probably a student pilot onboard learning to fly the damn thing.

All that aside, we did manage to land safely at an airport with a name that isn’t even on a map, Chu Lai. It is so remote there are only a couple of sentences in the Lonely Planet guide that even mention the place.

That however doesn’t take away from the beauty that unfolded beneath me as we approached our destination, as the first thing that caught my eye, was a river with obvious waterfalls and rapids. Even from 6,000 feet or so, it was spectacular.

The second thing that made me blink was just how empty the miles of barrier sand beach coast was as our ‘training flight’ seemed to be at the hands of someone who obviously was not aware of where the airport was, as we were making bizarre turn after bizarre turn and it was obviously not due to traffic or air traffic control as there is neither!

It seemed to go on forever and I guess it is those same beaches that I have read will be hosting mega resorts according to the big boys in Hanoi, but as yet, there is nothing but water and sand. I have a feeling that this will change one of these days assuming the folks coming and going survive the journey in and out, but in my opinion, that change is a very long way off!

Not sure which of there is more here; sand or sun or sun and sand, but there sure is a bunch of both and the “airport” is obviously being overtaken by both, with the last remnants serving as a commercial aerodrome of what was once a massive US presence.

I am not sure of what the approach speed of an ATR-72 is but I do know we were significantly faster than what it was suppose to be; but maybe with bald tires it goes faster?? What do you think?

Thank God for such a long runway however as we were ‘hot’ and the ‘follow me’ car they sent out to us to lead us back was very reassuring, as I wasn’t 100% positive the boys up front knew where the terminal building was.

We did manage to find it however as it was nestled up next to a few dozen hardened aircraft shelters left over from the bad ole days and those nasty Americans. Honestly, really got the impression that someone up front was learning how to fly this thing as well as how and where to land it……

As I just said, the flight was pretty typical for this part of the world, (cough, cough..) with flight attendants being friendly and Chu Lai’s facilities modern and clean. It did take them quite a while however to find a truck to throw the passenger’s bags onto so they could get them from the plane to the ‘terminal’ ……..but oh my Buddha! The bus ride into town was one of the wildest in recent memories!

I guess I should have known that this was going to be ‘different’ when the bus driver kept honking at a luggage cart parked inches away from our left front bumper, while only a few meters ahead of us, another vehicle was parked blocking our escape path forward. I kept thinking to myself, why doesn’t he just get out and move it himself; problem solved!

Without it being moved however, and him seemingly unwilling to move it, it was becoming extremely obvious that the only way we were going to be able to exit our terminal parking space on the day we arrived was to:

(a) Move the cart out of the way.

(b) Wait for the vehicle in front of us to move.

(c) Backup and move around the cart.

Well, where I come from, options a, b, or c would seem like the obvious choices, but there is always option ‘d’ in Asia. And what is option ‘d’ you ask? Run over the cart! Perfectly logical for a local, Asian male driver in Vietnam.

As I have mentioned before in this blog, driving in Vietnam seems to be a very ‘macho’ endeavor reserved for ‘real men’ (reminds me of the bus ‘captains’ in Turkey who tell you to turn off your mobile phones while boarding). Thailand is pretty insane as well, but not what I call ‘macho’. Vietnam however seems to equate ‘size’ to the size of the vehicle you are captain of, the bigger the man…the bigger the vehicle….right?

Well since he had a bus, that made him a pretty big man and since he kept honking his horn with no one moving the cart, the only choice was to run over it as it would be beneath him to move it himself. Imagine the ‘face’ he would loose, he, the ‘captain’ of this bus having to move a baggage cart! How embarrassing! How demeaning!

Having now run over the cart, which is now jammed under the left front bumper, I see we aren’t going to be going anywhere soon because if this guy wasn’t going to leave his seat to move that stupid cart before he ran over it; he definitely isn’t leaving his seat to un-jam it after he has managed to put it under the bumper. So you ask, “what are we going to do?”

Me, being the ever practical kind of guy who likes to solve problems instead of creating them, jumped out of my seat, got off the bus, uncorked the cart from the bus, jumped back on, and off we went, to the sound of passenger applause! The other passengers were wide eyed as they watched all this unfold but applauded me, the crazy American! ….and people wonder why the oil refinery here is years behind schedule??!!!

Anyway. As we exit the terminal with Rocky the Squirrel at the throttle (I can see through the floorboard to the pavement as he shifts gears) it further becomes obvious this ride into town is going to be a ‘on the edge of your seat’ thriller as this man loves to honk his horn and come as close to objects coming from the opposite direction as he can humanly get. Can you say ‘chicken?!”

It soon becomes obvious that my friend with the floppy green hat and cool sunglasses is a certifiable lunatic as we are now driving in the left lane for shits and giggles, while ahead of us are two oncoming buses, side to side, with the one in “our” lane making an attempt to overtake the bus that is not in our lane, the oncoming one. Understand that?

You would if you saw it as we are moments away from mangled, burning wreckage heap. Think we move to our curb or to the right? No way! The name of the game is chicken and this guy thinks he is the biggest rooster in this barnyard, but fortunately the oncoming passing truck swerves in front of the oncoming bus he is passing and we edge over into the lane we were suppose to be in anyway. How thoughtful I thought. Anyone want to ride with me by bus the remaining 836 kilometers to Saigon?

As I take my hands from over my eyes from yet another near miss, I notice a marker on the side of the road stating it is ONLY 36km to my destination city of Quang Ngai, but those 36 kilometers became one of the wildest rides I have ever taken with ‘public transportation’(and this is on a road that is perfectly straight and flat). Not sure what this guy was smoking but maybe it is some of the funny weed that I was always being offered in Saigon. Personally, I think he was just a complete nut…..

Anyway, we finally cross a river of sorts and a town appears that looks like it should be where I am headed and I can find a hotel. Apparently some other well dressed Vietnamese with their luggage agree, and we all bolt for the door! No one pays any money and no one asks, so I guess the public buses are free in this neck of the woods, or maybe the real driver had a heart attack and this joker was a passenger?

Reminded me of a Harry Potter movie where he leaves home after blowing up his aunt and the ‘ghost bus from hell’ shows up to take him into London. And to think you have to pay good money at an amusement park to ride a roller coaster or see a Harry Potter movie to be scared out of your wits but here all you got to do is take the “Chu Lai Airport Bus” for free!

Ok. I made it and am now checked into a room on the 5th floor of some place with no elevator (of course) which I have no idea what the name is. Hung, Dung, Huong…whatever….but the sign says 120,000 Dong for a single bed, 140,000 for a double and yes, it is in Vietnamese but I get the 140 rate (but I don’t need a double I say). No problem, that’s your rate anyway.

I have noticed this to be a pattern wherever I am at in local, non-tourist areas that the rate somehow climbs significantly although, clearly stated in Vietnamese somewhere, what the room rate is. Seemed in Saigon the ‘foreigner’ rate at such hotels was consistently 200,000 Dong for a single guy like myself, although the posted rates were considerably lower. Guess we white guys aren’t suppose to be too smart and definitely can’t read…

So here I am and I have no frigging idea where the hell I’m at other than someone told me that they were building a new city here as well as an oil refinery. I did get an indication that I might be someplace 'famous' however as they kept hollering at me 'Moto My Lai'! 'Moto My Lai'!, and having grown up in and around the war, I knew those words were connected to one of the worst American massacres of the war. I guess somehow I had entered a time warp of sorts into a dark side of American history. I simply shrugged my shoulders and said, "why in the hell would I want to go to My Lai?" and walked on by.

A sign along the road tells me Saigon is a long way away and there also seems to be a rail line that parallels the ‘road of terror!”. But other than that TinTin, it seems like I have fallen into one remote outpost!

Someone also told me that the Hanoi boys got the bright idea to build some power plants here as well, which rumor has it, are being built with the help by the good ole friendly folks at Siemens Power Generation (a place I use to work). And according to the Internet searches I did, seems like Chu Lai was also suppose to be turned into a ‘Shangri lai’ of sorts. Unless I am in another country (another planet?) with the same named towns, have the folks who write this trash visited this place? And I thought China Beach had a long way to go; but they are light years ahead of this ‘Chu Lai Open Economic Zone’ by comparison.

As I said in the beginning, this place is the wild, wild west with oil and steel trucks dominating the roads. Chinese shop houses hug the paved roads as well as the side roads that are mostly dirt but getting paved as time goes by. Bet that makes for a lovely site during the rains.

It is almost funny to see business one with motorbikes for sale, followed by mobile phones, followed by generator repair, followed by Ma’s noodle stand and than to see the exact same pattern replicated all the way down the main street. Replication is good, right?

There sure are a bunch of motorbike shops selling the usual Suzuki and Honda, but some are also offering a locally built bike which sort of looks nice. I stopped in at one shop and asked ‘how much?’ Got my notebook and pen out and they scribbled into it “$550 USD”.

Not bad I thought for this nice looking, 110cc bike, but what also amazes me about this place is that no one does any business in the currency of the country; dong. Seems the dollar is king here and even my Euro has been looked on with great suspicion everywhere I go; in spite of the fact that it has risen over 35% to the dollar in recent years. Makes no difference though, we do business in dollar and business dinners have Johnnie Walker Black scotch at the table. That’s the way the world works and I know I saw in the bible (Genesis maybe?), that the world takes dollar and drinks Johnnie Walker….and these are the people that ‘won’ the war? Unbelievable…

As I wondered around town on foot, it became apparent really quick that I was something of an oddity here on these streets. Some folks smiled big grins when I looked at them and said ‘hello’, others you could tell would slit my throat in a second if they had a chance.

I made an effort at a local café serving up some local blend of a fruit cocktail to get a cold drink as 'cold' anything did not appear to be on the lost of options at 'Ma's Noodle Stand' in town. Tried my very best to be friendly and did manage to pull off the desired flavor I wanted by pointing to a ‘strawberry’ on one of the signs. Of course, as with the hotels, prices are posted with said drink being displayed at 3,000 dong. My price? You guessed it; 6,000 dong. I just smiled and slurped my delicacy down.

As I could find nowhere that looked appealing to eat as everything appeared to be boiling in metal pots and knowing the ‘heavyness’ of Vietnamese noodles, I opted to head back to the circle where my hotel was which I had also noticed had the biggest hotel in town across the street. I figured there I could find something that might not come out the wrong way or the wrong end.

The hotel as I said was big….and empty. It took a bit of doing but eventually a nice young lady did come out to greet me as I placed myself at one of the huge room’s empty tables. As it turned out, ‘Flower’ went out of her way to help me and even was able to communicate with her English skills. It seemed she was also bubbling with pride as she was going to be opening her own ‘bar’ in the restaurant this week.

What she pointed to however was a place in the corner of the large room where a bar of sorts was located with about 4 bar stools. I guess you got to start somewhere and this was her shot at the big time.

She brought me a menu and I selected something called ‘seafood soup’ and ‘breaded shrimp’. Sounded really good but upon receiving my selections, once again, far less than expected and the shrimp were barely eatable with me having to take the ‘breading’ off to consume the shrimp. The soup was obviously canned. I kept smiling as she watched...

I was however very grateful at her efforts to make me happy and she even went out of her way to call the train station and find out the times of the trains stopping in Quang Ngai heading south, (which by the way are at 6AM, 9:30AM and 12:30PM with the 6 and 12:30 trains being ‘express’), with the bill coming to 89,000 Dong. I gave her a 100,000 Dong and told her to keep the change. She was a very happy lady. There is beauty everywhere but sometimes you need to turn over a rock to find it.

Quang Ngai is a sprawling town with the looks of a town trying to become something more than a sleepy backwater. If nothing else, it is clean (like just about everywhere in Vietnam) and from all appearances from the outside looking in, efficient as well. It however is NOT a tourist town in any way, shape or form. I think my buddy and friend, Han Solo from the Mos Eisley Cantina would fit right in however. Nobody appears poor but ‘poor’ is a relative term, as by western standards, these people are living on a small fraction of what we make in the west.

Recent articles published as recently as June 2, 2007 in local publications talk about Chu Lai and Quang Ngai as if they are happening places. Once again, have these folks been here? Articles state that three tourism projects worth US$100 million have been given investment certificates but I sure hope these boys have their own buses from the airport!

It is rather interesting to note that a company, Cadasa Research and Applications Information and Technology Joint Venture Co. (now that’s a mouth full) is to invest US$37 million of the above total in a five-star 300-room resort named , you guessed it, ‘Cadasa’. Now what gets my curiosity juices flowing is what in the hell is an IT company doing starting a 5-star resort? Guess they need nice digs for all those software engineers they will need as they outsource to Europe and the US. Or maybe it for all the managers coming to visit them to sign outsourcing deals? Hmmmm

The Mai Doan JV Company will also spend US$50 million on another five-star 220 room complex while the Quoc Viet Software JV will spend US$15 million on a 200-room resort at Tam Tien. See a pattern developing here? Software, IT, five-star, ….connect those dots.

According to the propaganda feeds, the ‘Chu Lai Open Economic Zone’ has 130 projects capitalized at US $1.43 billion (yes BILLION) dollars BUT only 58 projects worth US$560 million are ‘still effective’. What the hell does ‘still effective’ mean to you?

But yes, the authorities are still seeking ‘financial, banking, trade, tourism, and service centers’ here but of all the streets I walked for many hours, I failed to find even ONE travel related business or a bank. In Saigon both exist every few meters. Once again, who writes this stuff?

I didn’t want to end this part without saying that someone has also stated that there is to be an ‘entertainment area’ at Tam Hai, including a riverside villa, totaling a staggering US$2-2.5 BILLION dollars! Now what kind of ‘entertainment’ can you get for that kind of money in a place where pilots can’t find the airport and still isn’t on a map? I guess the guest are expected to speak Vietnamese as very, very few here speak English.

I’m sitting here at their train station and have flown into their airport and taken their buses and walked their streets….and someone is blowing funny smelling smoke!

OK. Back to business. What is suppose to be happening here with the oil?

Well, apparently, someone got the bright idea to build an oil refinery and since that was such a good idea, someone said let’s build 5 more after that. Conservatively, 30 years worth of work for those alone I was told. I think the third one however is to be built down south at Vung Tau (a super way cool place!)….and oh yeah…..I forgot, don’t those things need power? You bet! So let’s build a power plant. “Damn good idea!”, I bet was said around that table in Hanoi.

So apparently, they decided to build one and that was such a good idea, someone said, “heh! Why not build 3 more?’ Everyone shook their heads yes and that is the plan, 6 refineries, 4 gas fired power stations….but did I mention a fertilizer plant? Hmmm...fertilizer??? Guess those rice fields get hungry year after year don’t they?

It all seems like a great idea but the 1st refinery was to be online nearly 10 years ago and a local I met told me there is at least another 2 years to go. He also stated he came here 10 years ago to help with the training and should have been retired by now. Seems our friends the Germans are still working on power plant #1...

Deputy Prime Minister Nguyen Tan Dung did instruct PetroVietnam to get their act together and expedite these major oil and gas projects which have slipped way behind schedule and told the state giant to quickly complete the Dung Quat Refinery and Ca Mau Gas-Power-Fertiliser Complex projects. Both projects were originally scheduled to be completed in 2005 but the refinery could take until 2009 while the deadline for the Ca Mau project has yet to be set.

Dung Quat a US$2.5 billion oil refinery project in the central province of Quang Ngai which, when complete, will refine 6.5 million tonnes of crude oil a year. I hear they have 5 additional facilities on the drawing boards. PetroVietnam has a collaboration for engineering- procurement-construction with a consortium led by France’s Technip Conflexip. Scheduled for completion in 2001 when first envisaged, several delays later it is now on course for operation also in 2009.

The Ca Mau project, in the southern-most province of the same name, envisages among others laying a 332km gas pipeline at an initial estimate of $322 million. The pipeline will have a capacity of carrying 1.25 billion cu.m of gas per year from Block PM3-CAA and the Cai Nuoc gas field off the coast of Ca Mau.

It will also include a power plant for which the Prime Minister asked PetroVietnam to co-operate with the Machinery Erection Corporation (LILAMA), the major contractor, and other agencies for negotiations with the sub-contractor, German engineering firm Siemens.

The 720MW gas-fuelled power plant is estimated to cost $385 million and will provide electricity for the complex, surrounding region and to the national grid.

For the Ca Mau Fertiliser Plant, PetroVietnam has been assigned to directly negotiate with the contractor based on the cost of the Phu My fertiliser plant. If the contractor fails to agree to the corporation’s terms, PetroVietnam should stop negotiations and start a fresh bid.

The $493 million plant will produce 800,000 tonnes of fertilisers per year.

The original investment estimate of $1.2 billion for the whole complex will be exceeded now owing to the euro’s appreciation against the dollar, according to PetroVietnam with most of the equipment has been purchased from European countries.

The Germans, Oil, Nuclear Power and Conspiracy (what a mouth full that is…)

But you know what makes me shake my head when I think about things like oil and power and Germans (they are joined at the hip)?

In the wonderful little town in Germany I live in, where I truly have some amazing friends, they have the largest oil refinery in Germany as well as France (place is called Karlsruhe). Of course the stated official policy in Germany is to shut down all nuclear power stations at some point in the not to distant future, including the nuclear station just upstream from Karlsruhe’s huge, 338,000 barrel a day facility….which is refining the oil using the power directly from the reactors only a few kilometers away (just ride your bike down the Rhine and follow the massive cables overhead to Phillipsburg’s reactors).

And just how is Germany planning on getting power to this refinery? Wind turbines? Solar power???….or maybe French nuclear power just across the border?? That’s the ticket!

We don’t do nuclear power but the French do! And they do a lot of it. How convenient. If their reactor goes critical and radiation spreads all over central Europe, we can point the finger at them….but until then, we’ll keep refining the oil from their nukes and let them worry about the waste. Perfect plan.

Also reminds me of another conversation with a young German intellectual in Hanoi some weeks ago when I asked him about the German submarines that had been sold to Israel. I was promptly told I was wrong. They had been ‘given’ to Israel! Ohhhh, “I see”, I said.

Guess that makes a difference when the Israeli nuclear tipped cruise missiles are launched at Iran from Israeli submarines GIVEN TO THEM by the Germans. Yes, I see….as that technically does not make you an ‘arms merchant’ like those evil Americans (but it is rather funny to read the Jerusalem Post which says they 'bought them'. Guess it depends on who edits which newspaper?) But anyway.....yes, I understand now. Thanks for clearing that up for me….

Now don’t get me wrong, I love Germans. I really do, and grew up saying ‘please’ when I didn’t understand someone (“please” is the English version of ‘bitte’ as those growing up in the German settled Ohio River valley know). I even snuck into many bars at 16 and 17 while under aged and using doctored IDs and was introduced to the pleasure of good ole German brews called “Burger’ and ‘Wiedeman’ from Hudepohl Brewing in Northern Kentucky bars. So Germanic ways come easy to me; especially beer drinking.

Even spent 4 years as a young lad in a bunker there (Wiesbaden, Ramstein, etc.) , protecting them from the evil Soviet Empire and their bad eastern German cousins (who are now all great friends…right!!??) You know what I mean……..God, honor, country and all that good stuff, but it sure is hard to find a German I meet that has ever spent any time in his country’s military defending his ‘homeland’, ‘fatherland’, ’motherland’, …..whatever land! Oh yeah, forgot. That was the poor, uneducated, drafted and duped American’s job to do that! Germans take their young men and make them into artists, poets and engineers who lecture Americans about how evil they are carrying a rifle to protect their (German) freedoms. Duh! Stupid! Yup! I finally get it!

So here I am and there you are. Another part of the world that makes me think, but sometimes I just ramble but it is my ramble. Writing clears my head and makes me understand why I am here, even in a place like ‘Chu Lai’. I wonder how many men before me kept their heads ‘clear’ here in the late 60s and early 70s, while writing home to their loved ones while serving on these same beaches in ‘Nam’? Yes, writing is a good thing…..and maybe Lord Byron had it right when he said, "If I don't write to empty my mind, I go mad!"

But the Americans are gone and it seems the Germans are here. What a twist of fate.

I read years ago that the Vietnam War or if you prefer, the American War as it is called here, was all about oil with some cold war dogma mixed in, as Vietnam as well as its neighbors Thailand and now Cambodia knows, everyone is sitting pretty with oil. Think however the oil boys down LBJ way (Texas) didn’t know about it as he committed 500,000 men to combat? Probably Bush didn’t know about that extra 100 Billion barrels of oil in the Iraqi desert that just got ‘discovered’ either before he invaded to destroy all those weapons of mass destruction… Rightttttttttttt…….

Some believe Iraq is political. Bullshit. It’s all about oil as is the looming conflict with Iran. Peak oil has arrived TinTin, and a report from some top notch thinkers in London this month are saying in 4 years we are heading quickly down the backside of that peak. Scary stuff!

Current conflicts in Darfur and Somalia are about peak oil. The beef with Libya was too. The attempted coup in Equatorial Guinea has long fingers back to Halliburton (one of the richest oil nations on earth run by a total despot that got a bit to greedy for Cheney and his boys, Halliburton.) and of course Mr. Chavez and Venezuela are a huge thorn that must be removed according to some. Makes me wonder about Mexico and Canada next…but they got that one figured out as well with NAFTA….and most probably someday at an ATM near you, a new currency for all three! (A Super Dollar after the account deficient is wiped out due to the crash of this dollar!)

Oil. It is all about oil. I am a conspiracy theorist and so are some of the brightest men I have ever met and worked with; and I have met a lot of very bright humans! Things do not happen by accident or coincidence. No such thing. Things are planned and executed by the elite and sometimes, they go wrong, as those that are executing the plans are often picked to do so due to their ‘fanaticism’ or one sided or ‘trained’ beliefs. A good Marine is a perfect example as well as a radical cleric. Both are used by the elite for their own endgames, and that endgame without exception, is about power and money. Oil is a means to an end.

Years ago I watched an amazingly stupid movie called the ‘Rocky and Bullwinkle Movie’. Yeah, you remember; the cartoon characters but this time on the Big Screen with Robert DeNiro, as the evil villain. You know the plot; Cold War evil villains trying to blow up the world with the leaders on both sides using amazingly inept, incompetent, bumbling idiots to carry out their plans for world domination or salvation. Sound familiar? Even Dan Quayle’s name is on the PNAC web site. Vice President Dan Quayle!!! Remember him? Somebody missed a great opportunity not getting him a cameo in the ‘Rocky and Bullwinkle Movie’ for the good guy's side. Watch it sometime and put on a different pair of ‘rose colored glasses’ and you might catch what I mean.

Winding down and it is time to hit the sack. As I finish up these thoughts for the evening it astounds me just how loud Vietnam is wherever you go. Forget the constant horns which you can manage to block out after a while but what does amaze me after having spent so many years in Thailand with the Thais is just how loud these people are when they ‘talk’. If you didn’t know better, you would think everyone is mad all the time and maybe they are, but either way, they are one loud race of people. Even 5 stories above the ground, with my air conditioning turned on, I can perfectly hear the people ‘talking’ on the street below me. Wow…

Good night Vietnam!