Handpicked experience · Hanoi
Hanoi, Vietnam
A day where the river runs through the hills rather than around them, the temples at the tenth-century capital turn out to be seventeenth-century, and the colour of the valley depends on the rice calendar.
Admire Vietnam's lush greenery and peaceful countryside.
Discover key attractions in the majestic Trang An.
Go on a scenic boat tour to see Trang An's famous caves.
See the largest pagoda in Vietnam – the Bai Dinh Pagoda.
A waterway that passes through the rock three times
Enclosed bowls of farmland reached only from the water
A tenth-century seat of government under later temples
Ridges that served as the walls of a citadel
Farmed fields whose colour turns over with the season
A rowed boat rather than an engine
Eight hours from Hanoi into the limestone country of Ninh Binh: the temple site of the old capital, and a rowed boat through the waterway at Tam Coc. The towers are majestic from the water and fairly ordinary from the road, which is the entire reason the boat exists.
Tam Coc means three caves, and the name describes what the river does rather than what has been built for visitors. The Ngo Dong runs into the base of a limestone hill, through it, and out the other side, three times over.
That is how water behaves in this rock. Limestone dissolves along its joints, so a river meeting a ridge does not always go around it; it finds a fracture, enlarges it over tens of thousands of years, and ends up flowing through the hill. The passages you are rowed along are the working parts of that system, not relics of it.
Inside, the ceiling drops low enough that everyone sits down and the boat goes quiet, then opens again into a bowl of paddy fields with cliffs on all sides. The sequence repeats twice more, and the effect is of a landscape delivered in separate rooms.
Hoa Lu was the seat of government in the tenth century, chosen when a young state needed somewhere defensible and abandoned once it no longer did.
What stands there now, though, is not tenth-century. The temples honouring the two emperors were rebuilt in the seventeenth, so you are looking at a much later memorial on the original ground. The genuinely old things are the ridges themselves, which formed the outer wall of the citadel and saved its builders the work.
The paddies flanking the waterway are farmed, not landscaped, so what you see depends entirely on the agricultural calendar.
For a few weeks around the turn of May and June the rice is ripe and the valley is gold from the water to the cliffs. Before that it is green; after the harvest the fields are stubble and mud; through the winter they hold flat water that mirrors the towers. All four are worth seeing and only one of them is the photograph that sold you the trip.
Most of the day is the road: roughly two hours each way from Hanoi, with the boat and the temple site in between.
The boats are small, low and shared, and they sit close to the waterline. Anything that must stay dry belongs in a bag rather than a pocket.
There is no shade on the water. Summer here is genuinely hot, the reflection off flooded fields doubles the sun, and the return leg of the boat trip comes at the hottest part of the afternoon.
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Three caves, which describes the river's own route: it enters a limestone hill, passes through and emerges, three separate times.
Limestone dissolves along its fractures, so over tens of thousands of years water enlarges a crack into a passage and keeps using it.
Low, dim and unexpectedly hushed, before the passage releases you into farmland ringed by cliffs on every side.
No. The site is tenth-century but the temples to the two emperors were rebuilt in the seventeenth, so the buildings are a much later memorial.
The limestone ridges, which formed the outer defences of the citadel and spared its builders most of the wall.
Around the turn of May and June, when the rice ripens and the fields run gold from the water to the cliffs.
Green while the crop grows, bare and muddy once it is cut, and in the cold months a sheet of still water holding the reflection of the towers.
About half of it. The drive bookends everything else, so the time actually spent at the sites is shorter than the eight hours suggests.