
Once in every adoption trip the parents have to do something that is extraordinarily unwise in terms of pushing the kids to the limits. I mean, seriously, the normal adoption process already involves days full of driving cross country and flying around the world with infants that have probably never been in a car before. But as if that is not enough, the parents have to push the kids to do something additional simply because - "when will we be back here any time soon".
During Chloe's adoption it was the infamous trip into Hong Kong on the final night and during Quynh's adoption it will go down as the trip to Halong Bay.
The map in the travel guide shows Halong Bay to be a little over 100 miles from Hanoi. Seems simple enough when the roads on the map also look like US Interstates. We had seen pictures of Halong Bay and the guide book said it was a great day trip, so we gladly signed on when the rest of the families were interested and one father decided to step up and reserve a trip for the whole group.
We met in the lobby at 8am on Saturday. After a 4 hour bus ride we were in Halong Bay. The bus was tight and cramped as it was built for the average Vietnamese body, but everyone stayed in good spirits and we were more than excited when we first caught a glimpse of the bay and the boat we would be riding on.
The Vietnamese are trying very hard to get Halong Bay voted in as one of the 7 natural wonders of the world. We are not quite sure how many "7 wonders of the world" lists exist today, but Halong Bay definitely has a fighting chance of being included on one of them. The landscape of the bay is surreal, with 100's of large jutting rocks/mountains shooting straight up from the water. You are able to boat all around the islands and it is magnificent in every respect. On the day we went, it was slightly hazy which gave everything a otherworldy appearance when viewed from a distance.


The boat we were on had a dragon on the front and plenty of table seating for everyone which worked out great when the lunch of fresh fish and squid was served. Our family spent most of our time on the top deck because of the openness to the fresh air and the unimpeded views. After boating for several hours, we visited one island where we were able to get off the boat and walk through some beautiful cave structures.


The turning point for the trip came very quickly when the parents, as if we weren't already pushing our luck, said "yes" to the question "Do you want to see the 2nd cave?" After a moderate hike up, we were in the 2nd cave and that was when Chloe's legs finally gave out. (She had been a total trooper until then!) I was already wearing Quynh in the baby carrier on my front, but that didn't stop Chloe from choosing me to be the one to carry her as well. So one on front and one on back - Dad finally learned what it meant to have two daughters!

The walking went up and down over slippery surfaces for quite some time and when we got back to the boat I was exhausted and so was everyone else. Now we just had a 30 minute boat ride and a 4 hour bus trip to look forward to! Needless to say some 4 hour trips seem to last a lifetime. All of the kids having been in the orphanage together must have learned that when one starts crying it is best to just go along with the flow so you don't miss out on any attention that your bunk mate is getting. The kids were crying, the parents were all going to their mental happy places and we seemed to get stuck behind every truck, water buffalo, cow, and accident imaginable.
The one rest stop we stopped at on the way home looked like something out of a Quintin Tarantino horror spoof with dirty bathrooms and jars of the local liquor with dead cobras ceremoniously wrapped in them. When we hit the accident on the bridge into Hanoi proper and the bus came to a halt, I really believed that some parents might just start walking the 2-3 miles back to the hotel. Luckily things cleared up quickly and we all got to go back to the property 12 hours after we left to try to wrestle our exhausted and manic kids to bed.
And you know what, after seeing the photos and writing this blog 24 hours later, I would do it all over again. There are some things in life that are 7,000 miles away from where you live and that cannot be replicated in National Geographic. Having an adventure with your family in Halong Bay is one of them!