Landing in the sea at Halong Bay, Vietnam

We arrived via seaplane, landing in a sea filled with spectacular limestone cliffs rising out of the water.

Hanoi to Halong Bay | Vietnam

I realised this wasn’t going to be a normal flight when I saw the weighing scales at the check-in counter. There were the usual baggage scales but also a neatly placed set of bathroom scales in front of the desk.

The price of the air ticket was based on body weight: you would have to pay 1.5 times your ticket if you weighed over 111kg and twice your fare if you weighed over 140kg.

I’m sure this would be very controversial back home with human rights challenges of size discrimination, but the practical reality for a small 12 seater amphibious Cessna Caravan, where even our baggage allowance was a lean 12.5kg, weight was at a premium.

I felt like a bit of a charlatan. This wasn’t exactly proper backpacking. It wasn’t ‘roughing it’ as such. We had stepped off the pure path of backpackerdom, of long $5 bus rides, of $15 rooms, and in to a plane which harked back to the glory days of flying, halcyon times when aviation was more intimate, when your captain said hello and helped you on board and you, as a passenger, felt like an individual and less of an item in a production line. Oh well, so it’s not real backpacking, but sometimes you’ve got to just say ‘what the hell,’ and treat yourselves.

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Flying to Halong Bay, Vietnam
Boarding the seaplane

We boarded the 12 seater seaplane via steps at the back; the pilots even helped us on and in to our seats. Everything on board was so neat and compact, minimal space was maximised, no food, no loos, no flight attendants; you could see the cockpit and the controls, the pilots’ head-up-displays on the windows and right across the seats to the back of the aircraft.

And there we sat in our seats awaiting take-off, our postures angled slightly upwards with the nose of the aircraft.

It felt a little like being in a large toy, or like being in a fairground ride, more about flying fun and less about getting from A to B.

That re-positioning helped me with my normally nervous disposition towards small propellered aircraft. I have phobias for turbulence but not for fairground rides. This was suddenly exciting.

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The most impressive thing about the aircraft’s set up was the pilot’s moustache. It was perhaps the most handsome set of whiskers I’d ever seen outside of a Hercule Poirrot movie. He had clearly cultivated it with some mindfulness and lots of wax; its ends extended in to a knitting-needle-like point, pointing slightly upwards at an angle of 45 degrees, as straight as a ruler; perhaps it was an ideal take-off trajectory. Infact, given the compact instrumentation onboard, I wouldn’t have been surprised if the ends of his moustache harboured some secret aviation technology to monitor the level, pitch and yaw of the plane.

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The engines started, we taxied down the runway waiting our turn. Noi Bai International Airport at Hanoi is a huge airport with lots of traffic, and beside those large airliners of hundreds of passengers, taxiing for take-off, the size differences really became apparent. We were diminutive beside those airliners. We were like a toy.

Soon we were airborne and gaining altitude above the suburbs of Hanoi. The engine sound was a little like a food blender but I tried my very best to ignore that thought.

Everything on the seaplane was so transparent. We could hear the pilots talking to each other, adjusting their HUDs, pulling on levers, pressing buttons and pushing their joysticks. The inner workings of aviation were on display for all the passengers. I started to believe in flight.

Occasionally an alarm would sound and, being a nervous flyer, my pulse would race. But the pilots weren’t readying to jump out with their parachutes; they were busy pushing and pulling switches, calm and unruffled, this was business as usual with full transparency; even the turbulence of the clouds felt natural, like a boat on waves, the pilot was as cool as a cucumber and his moustache was staying in place.

My mum flew planes even smaller than this as a teenager in India. I guess flying nerves and genetics don’t have a correlation.

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Flying to Halong Bay, Vietnam

Karst limestone scenery jutting out of the sea

Soon, we arrived at the sea dotted with karst limestone cliffs. The scenery below us was spectacular and utterly unique, and each time we banked we stared down in awe.

We lost altitude, ready to land on the sea. It felt odd being in a plane about to land on the sea on purpose. It struck me as an emergency manoeuvre not something of intention.

Digression: Does a plane ‘land’ on the sea? Sure you land on land, but on the sea? Should a plane sea on the sea?

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The landing itself was soft, without the jolt you get with a land landing. And following this soft touchdown, there are a series of small judders as the floats make contact with the waves. At the end there was a little splash and suddenly we were in Halong Bay.

Flying to Halong Bay, Vietnam
The splash at the end of the landing
Flying to Halong Bay, Vietnam
With our amazing pilot

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We spent the next few days on Cat ba Island, taking mopeds through its national park, exploring a cave hospital from the Vietnam War and enjoying its beaches imaginatively named Cat Co 1, Cat Co 2 and Cat Co 3.

Cat Ba town wasn’t what I had imagined it to be. Vietnam is going through a huge commercial phase, and the town was filled with massive hotels, terrible karaoke (someone killed ‘Lady in Red’ every night we were there), trees on the sea front bedecked in fairy lights, and techno music on full blast.

It was perhaps Vietnam with a hint of Blackpool, Southend or Weston Super Mare … but the Hanoi urbanites love it. It’s their country, and they don’t owe tourists like us any quaintness, so it’s all progress of a sort I suppose.

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This post is part of the series called 90 Days in South East Asia about our travels in India, Thailand, Laos, Vietnam, Myanmar, Indonesia and Malaysia in March to June 2019, and was written on-the-road.

All the links to blog posts in the series are as follows:

1) I’m backpacking around Southeast Asia for 90 days

2) Packing for backpacking: 16 useful things to take on your travels

3) How to sleep on a flight (aches on a plane)

4) Flying past Mount Everest

5) A storm in an Assamese teacup

6) On the lazy man’s road: the story of Dhodar Ali

7) Digboi, the oil town in the rainforest

8) To Sivasagar: home of the Assamese kings

9) Things to see in Majuli, the world’s largest river island

10) An unexpected treat on the river Brahmaputra

11) Helpful hints on how to climb a 17 foot elephant on your wedding day

12) Where the rhinos roam

13) The Assamese Bihu: a time of unbridled joy

14) A tale of a dry day in India

15) Kalimpong and a magical Himalayan wedding

16) Chiang Mai, a pretty little temple town

17) Replanning our route, re-routing our plan

18) Luang Prabang in Laos: the jewel on the Mekong River

19) A slow and unintended minibus to Vang Vieng

20) In the laid-back city of Vientiane

21) Laos: Caves, a jungle trek and the mysterious turquoise lake

22) On our way down south in Laos

23) Goodbye Laos, you beauty

24) Friday night at the Saigon Opera House

25) Getting over a fever

26) Vietnam days: Hoi An, Hue and Hanoi

27) Landing in the sea at Halong Bay, Vietnam

28) Mandalay Days

29) Bagan, the jewel of Myanmar

30) Three nights on Lake Inle in Myanmar

31) Finding a perfect perfume in Singapore

32) In Borneo, watching the orangutans at play

33) Watching turtles at Selingan Island

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20 thoughts on “Landing in the sea at Halong Bay, Vietnam

  1. Cool. I don’t think I’ve seen a plane that size on pontoons, and haven’t been in a plane with pontoons since I was a kid. (My uncle gave us rides in a four-seater on pontoons, that’s what triggered my eventually learning to fly.) Those karst formations are cool too. Did you have a chance to boat tour around them?

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    1. How wonderful to have a childhood adventure like that that made you want to fly. I bet your uncle must be feeling proud about that.
      We took ferries around the islands in Halong Bay. After the flight, we felt we had had a really good view.

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