As many of you know, my niece, Kelly — who is my number one travel companion — is living in Vietnam for two years. She is teaching orchestra and music at an international school in Hanoi.
Many of you have asked, “well, how did that happen?”
It’s an interesting story so I’m happy to share.
Kelly has been teaching in the US for more than 15 years. She earned her doctorate a few years back and about two years ago, started to think about a new adventure. She’s been teaching orchestra at a high school in the Atlanta area, loved it, but her travel addiction beckoned.
She began to investigate teaching overseas and soon found three openings for orchestra teachers. One was in Dubai, one in Bangkok and one in Hanoi. All three places had appeal to her, so she applied for all three positions. The Dubai school quickly offered her a position, but on reflection, she worried that the values of the UAE did not mesh with her own and it would not be a good fit. After some time, she heard nothing from Bangkok. But Hanoi was interested and offered her a position there.
As she later found out, the Hanoi school is considered one of the best international schools in the world and she was thrilled to accept the position to teach orchestra and music.
From the time she accepted the offer, it was fascinating to me how much interaction she had with the school. They were amazingly diligent in explaining where she would stay when arriving, who would meet her and how things operated.
When she first arrived, she was put up in an apartment near the school and given a full month of residence there while she found her own apartment. Part of her pay is an apartment allowance and an airline ticket home and back each year.
Her orientation was a two-week session of morning meetings that covered everything from the school’s mission and vision, what to expect from life in Hanoi, and outings to different cultural sites and restaurants around the city.
Each afternoon, the new teachers were given time to look for apartments with real estate agents. She eventually found an apartment she liked and I got to see it when I visited her in March.
Before I got to Vietnam, I took a short solo trip to Singapore, Brunei, Sabah and Sarawak. My last visit to Singapore was 19 years ago. But I still found the city to be cosmopolitan and full of skyscrapers. My favorite sites were two beautiful gardens – The Gardens by the Bay and the National Botanical Gardens.
As for Brunei, Sabah and Sarawak, one word describes them best – jungles. But on to Vietnam.
Kelly picked me up at the Hanoi airport and we took a taxi – or Grab as they are called in Vietnam – to her apartment. It’s on the third floor of a seven-story building. She has two bedrooms, two bathrooms, a large living/dining room with a small kitchen complete with sink, stove, microwave and full-size refrigerator. When she moved in, the place was brand-new. As part of her rent, she receives internet, electric and twice-weekly maid service. Oh, yeah. She even has her own private washer and dryer.
Our first night in Hanoi, we walked from her apartment to dinner. It was about four or five blocks, but you have to watch where you are walking in Vietnam. No sidewalks and lots of buzzing scooters, cars and people.
We met up with two of Kelly’s closest friends in Hanoi- both fellow new teachers. One is a third-generation international school teacher– her grandparents and parents were all teachers in schools around the world. In Hanoi, she teaches Individuals and Societies which boils down to history and social studies. Kelly’s other friend is the drama teacher and had taught in Hawaii and had just moved to Hanoi after a 7-year stint in Columbia. Both of them were fun, interesting, smart and progressive. What a joy to meet them and know that Kelly is surrounded by good people.
The next day we toured Kelly’s school and met more of the fine arts teachers. It was interesting how beautifully fenced and well-guarded the school was. We had to enter through a security area, sign-in and receive visitor badges – all very reassuring after the terrible US school shootings.
The school is beautiful, equipped with every amenity and even has a cappuccino bar for students and parents who visit!! All the teachers I met were fabulous – the teachers you would dream of for your child. Smart, energetic, engaged and passionate about their subjects and their students.
Later that afternoon, our hired car and driver arrived, and we headed to Sapa, in the mountains of Vietnam. I had read about Sapa 20 years ago and thought we’d find a quiet little mountain village. Imagine our surprise when we arrived – after a five-hour drive from Hanoi – to find a town filled with people, lights and partying – a mini–Pigeon Forge, as Kelly aptly called it.
We spent our weekend touring the city, visiting a local ethnic tribal village and soaring via cable car to the top of Fansipan Mountain, the highest mountain in Vietnam, Cambodia and Laos.
On our return to Hanoi, Kelly had to return to work for the week, while I re-acquainted myself with Hanoi. Ken and I have been there twice before and always loved the city. I wandered around the Old City, took a tuk-tuk ride with a sweet man and spent a day lounging around Kelly’s apartment after a morning stop at the nearby Starbucks!! Only two blocks away – how lucky was I!!
I also booked a day-trip to Ha Long Bay where I went on a lunch-time boat cruise around the bay and met the most fascinating folks who shared my lunch table. I was the only Caucasian and by far the oldest person in our group. My tablemates included two guys from Malaysia, a Chinese gal who lived in Australia and a cute couple from South Korea who became my new best friends when they learned how much I loved Korean dramas on TV.
At the end of the week, Kelly and I headed to Singapore for our flight to the Solomon Islands where we stayed three nights in a beachside hotel and then traveled to Papua New Guinea for an excursion to the mountains and the tribal communities.
After reflecting on my visit to Vietnam, I have a couple of observations:
- Driving in Vietnam is an artform. The fact that drivers see all around themselves so they don’t collide with pedestrians, other cars or scooters is a huge statement about their culture: always kind, always aware of others and always patient. No one seemed in a hurry to push someone aside or get in front of someone else. Total respect and courtesy. It was truly like watching a ballet. Geez, American drivers could learn some lessons.
- The Vietnamese people are very industrious, kind and hard-working. There was a bustle about the city, a busy spirit and yet no frenzy or craziness.
- Food is delicious and inexpensive. Kelly says she eats most meals out as it is so easy to find good places to eat.
- The international school community is a lively and fascinating group of people. Who knew there was such a world-wide connection to teachers all over the world who love exploring, travel and finding new experiences.
- Kelly will never have a problem meeting great people wherever she lives. She finds and keeps the best friends and knows how to nurture and support friendships. I sure am happy to be her friend — even if I don’t live in Vietnam!