Nightmare Aboard a Vietnam Sleeper Bus

Vietnam.  A country of extremes, you could say.  Or you could say that’s a pretty cliché way of opening a post about Vietnam, or any country, in fact.

And it is.  But now that I got your attention I can begin to tell you the horrors of Vietnam’s sleeper buses.

These monstrous things go up, down and all over Vietnam, for a price which isn’t bad, which is probably how they lure their victims in, and also because Vietnam is a very cheap country to get around in.

My boyfriend David and I, agreed to go for the cheaper option and opted for a sleeper bus when we left Cat Ba Island so we could get to Hué. 12 hours, the man said who sold us the ticket, 12 hours and you’ll be in Hué bright and early.

We didn’t know what to expect and had never seen a sleeper bus before, let alone been on one.  It was your usual size coach but of course the chairs had all been stripped out and replaced by three rows of stunted bunk beds going vertically down the bus.

Our bed numbers were 1 and 2, printed on the ticket, but as we boarded we only found bed number 2 and no number 1.  We consulted the coach driver, who wasn’t equipped with much English, but with noticing the size of David (a soon to be cumbersome 6 foot 4) motioned us to go to the back of the bus where three bunk beds had been pushed together creating a comfy little hideout corner.

When we clambered to the top it felt slightly hidden away from other passengers and was a step up in our comfortable factor than what the other beds would have been.  We could lay next to each other and not be in the walk ways.

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As you can imagine, the beds were very narrow and fitted for your average Vietnamese person, which by my size (5ft 2 and very slim!) was fine, but for David’s size, as the height I just mentioned and broad shouldered, they were very, very uncomfortable.  I did feel for him, even at this point in our journey.

More passengers were piling on board and we began to notice three people, including us and one other English girl,  were the only foreigners on board.

Eventually the bus began to move, not too slow but not at a fast pace either and we’d later find out this speed would not get much faster.  About 15 minutes in, a very angry Vietnamese woman came up to us, she seemed to be some sort of ticket inspector, with a pink girly surgical mask covered over her mouth and who was now demanding our ticket.  I got our tickets out of my bag to then have them snatched right out of my hands from her.  She started shouting at me and pointing down the end of the bus.  I tried to explain the driver sent us up here and there was no number 1, then she threw the ticket back at me and swanned off to the other end of the coach.

Not too long after, a Vietnamese man, who had boarded the bus with a group of Vietnamese men, came walking down to our end of the coach, looked up at me and David on hideout comfy spot and climbed up next to us.  I noticed his fingernails were long and yellow and he was sort of laughing when he moved up onto our bed, and so were his friends.

We couldn’t dispute it; there were 3 bunk beds pushed together here, so, if his bed number was next to us we couldn’t have asked him to move.

I was on the middle at this point, sandwiched between David and the finger-nails-from-hell Vietnamese man. Regardless of which country I’m in I would rather not sleep in a bed right next to a male stranger.  David of course courteously swapped with me, but this didn’t stop the newcomer from staring at me, almost constantly.  Having been in China previously I was used to a degree of staring at me, the blond pale English girl, however, this still felt particularly creepy.  He would look at my face blankly for a while, then down to my legs, than back up to my face.  Even if I turned round and met his gaze to try and deflect his staring, which even that felt uncomfortable, he would still continue to stare.

The man tried to ask David a question in Vietnamese, but as we didn’t understand I guess he thought actions are understood in every language and so he started touching David’s leg and patting it.  Eventually he started kicking his own leg, so we guessed he was maybe asking David if he liked football.  After this language barrier failure he laid back in his third bed, nearest the window, with David now in the middle and me, on the opposite side.

The dread began to dawn on us, the roads were bumpy and the driver loudly and repeatably honked his horn every 5 minutes which reverberated through the coach – how were we ever going to get any sleep?  If it was not the constant horn BEEP, BEEEP BE-BEEEEEP that would wake us up than it would be a bump in the road, throwing us back physically in this waking nightmare of a reality.  The Vietnamese man then began listening to wailing Asian music on his phone, really loudly, whilst singing along to it too.  Great.

It was getting late and I could bet 1 million Dong me and David were both thinking the same thing; should have got the train, should have got the train, should have got the train…

I went to the toilet, located next to our beds at the end of the bus, to be engulfed in the thick pungent smell of bleach as soon as I entered it.  It was as if the toilet had been drenched in it, even filled with it!  I swear my eyes begun to sting because of it, I’ve never been swamped in so much bleach flumes in all my life.

I got out and gulped for fresh, clean, non-chemical air and got back up on our bed.  David’s face still looked the same as when I had left it – scared.

David went to the toilet after me and as he did one of the Vietnamese man’s friends he had boarded the bus with came down the bus and climbed up on a bed in front of us and the Vietnamese man.  They chatted and the new Vietnamese man passed his phone to the first Vietnamese man, who was less than a metre away from me, on the same stretch of beds.

It was clear his friend wanted to show him something on his phone, a video it seemed, so he began to watch it.  Then that’s when it happened; oh my almighty god, the noise, the very loud noise, blaring out from his phone was that of woman groaning in a porn video.  Loudly.

Oh.  Godddd.

David came back from the toilet and before he had the chance to moan about the bleach flumes clogging up his lungs whilst in there, I said; “David, I think he is watching porn.”  I tried to whisper through my teeth and my disgust.  “Huh?  What?”  He didn’t hear me.  “He is watching porn…”  I said again,  David looked at me silent and listened.  “Oh… God.”  He said.  Could it get much worse?

I saw other beds free further down the coach, the loud porn viewing accompanied with the constant staring at me and my legs was the last straw.

We found two beds next to each other and away from the public porn viewing going on at the back of the bus.  The porn viewer himself laughed when we moved away, along with his friends.

We settled here for a little while and although the heavy bumps and blasting horn noises did nothing to relax us at least we weren’t as creeped out as we were a few moments ago.

But no, that ticket inspector Hitler woman came back to do some more shouting at us.  More people were getting on the coach and she started screaming at us to return to the back, with the porn man.  I refused, there was no way I was going back there so I showed her our ticket with beds number 1 and 2.  She dramatically pointed towards beds number 2 and 3, like you would tell a toddler to go to their room, but as two people were already in those beds she made the whole bus have a reshuffle, making everyone move around back to their correct numbers, or nearest too.

So we were back in the beds I guess we were supposed to sleep in, but still no closer to sleep.  I don’t know how long it was until the lights were turned off but when they eventually were we attempted to rest in hopes of dosing off.

It didn’t come quick; because I remember I was still awake when the driver must have changed as the first one, who sent us to the back, was now making a makeshift bed, right next to me, on the walkway.  If I had done a 360 roll I’d have rolled on top of him that’s how close and narrow the walkways were.  This is what I was battling to avoid with the porn man and there was no escaping this time; the Hitler ticket inspector lady would definitely have thrown my guts to the dogs if I started getting up and looking for another bed, so this time I just dealt with it.

I think I got an hour or twos sleep before sunlight flooded the bus and forced me awake.  The driver in his makeshift bed next to me had gone and I turned round back to David’s bed and found him sat upright looking just as tired and rugged as I felt.  Urgh.  It was 8am and we were supposed to be Hué by now, surely we must be nearly there.

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David in bed number 3

We stopped off at a roadside Vietnamese restaurant where we were served food.  I couldn’t eat, I wasn’t hungry and I was beyond tired that the corners of my vision were beginning to go blurry.  We didn’t get to Hué for another 6 hours and I wasn’t counting but David gave me an hour by hour update of how long we had been traveling on the bus for – the total?  20 hours.  20.

We’ve never been so glad to get off a bus in our lifetime and when we did we noticed not everyone came off of it, in fact a large amount of people stayed on.  On the front of the bus’ dashboard we noticed the sign had been changed from Hué to Saigon/Ho Chi Minh City.  Please see above map or I’ll just put it in perspective for you – that’s another 1000 km or so away.  Another 15 hours according to google, but no doubt it would probably take a few hours longer than that.  Adding this to how long it took us to get to Hué those people would have spent perhaps 40 hours on the same bus, losing fragments of their sanity by the minute.

I suppose what’s ironic about this post is that this wasn’t the last sleeping bus me and David endured, although we said it would be.  But that was another story and in another country.  For now I’ll stick with this one and advise you if you want an experience like the above whilst traveling in Vietnam; go for it.  If you don’t – I compel you to get the train, or even the plane if you’ve got the extra dong in your back pocket, but never, never complain about your bus at home or the one that takes you to work taking a little longer than usual.

I started on a cliché and I’ll finish on one – but the one I’ve finished on was a yet another lesson learnt from traveling in South East Asia and one I will never forget.

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6 Comments on “Nightmare Aboard a Vietnam Sleeper Bus”

  1. Awesome story. I guess it’s another cliche, but one that’s so true – these experiences are hell to go through, but make for the best stories once you’re over the trauma!

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  2. What bus company was this you are referring to?

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  3. Lam Web says:

    Hi, The most read newspaper in Vietnam is VNExpress.net and this is your post: http://dulich.vnexpress.net/tin-tuc/cong-dong/dau-chan/khach-tay-bo-pho-sau-chuyen-xe-giuong-nam-20-tieng-den-hue-3475380.html

    Hoang Long = bad bus company in Vietnam. You should choose Mai Linh or Chin Nghia bus company.

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  4. Ron Ho says:

    Hello errrdaniels, It is really nice to have a chance reading your funny and interesting experiences via an article from a local newspaper in my country, Vietnam, which you can find in the following link http://dulich.vnexpress.net/tin-tuc/cong-dong/dau-chan/khach-tay-bo-pho-sau-chuyen-xe-giuong-nam-20-tieng-den-hue-3475380.html?utm_source=home&utm_medium=box_dulich_home&utm_campaign=boxtracking

    Unable to satisfy myself from the Vienamese version, I come to your blog as necessary. As a victim of those companies that provide sleeper coach in Vietnam, I can find your experiences on the vehicle so much similar to mine when I and my girlfriend had a trip from Saigon to Nha Trang last year. I am 1.78 meters tall and it was really huge struggling for me to fit myself in the bunk bed during the terrible night trip, so it was definitely much worse for your cumbersome boyfriend. Indeed, despite how well-aware I am about the quality of those sleeper buses in Vietnam, your story still strongly amazes me when you guys are consecutively chained to creepy and awkward moments.

    By the way, traveling in Vietnam on such long trips will be way better if we take the train, as you mentioned above. Maybe the price for the train ticket can triple that of the sleeper bus, and maybe you have to share your room with other two passengers, but I think they would be nicer and more polite due to the high cost of the ticket. And I have one recommendation for those who are going to attempt to experience the sleeper bus in Vietnam: Hanh café and Sinh Café are the two well-known and reliable sleeper bus companies nowadays which can offer you comfort and everything a truly good sleeper bus can provide the passengers. And if you ever want to have a nice sleep on the trip, taking the train is still a better choice.

    Thanks for your honest and interesting post, it was great reading all.

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