
It's tempting to view Vietnam as a mini-China. Both are populous Asian countries whose single-party governments are engineering a headlong rush into free-market capitalism (of a fashion). But Vietnam doesn't regard China, with whom it shares a border and a long, complicated history, as an older brother to emulate. Rather, it sees it as a regional bully, a harsh competitor, and—surprise!—a source of cheap, junky merchandise. Duncan Hunter, the obscure congressman whose presidential campaign seems based largely on hostility to illegal immigrants and China, could be very popular here. For in Vietnam, from school kids to government officials, China-bashing is very much in vogue.
One of the prerequisites of a true consumer economy is snob appeal, the ability and willingness of shoppers to draw invidious distinctions between classes of products and brands. Vietnam is clearly well on its way. Everywhere I went, I encountered high-level slagging of all things Chinese-made. At a Nike factory outside Ho Chi Minh City, managers complained about counterfeit shoes flooding in from China. In urban areas, Chinese goods are distinctly low-status. Le Dang Doanh, an economist and former president of the Central Institute for Economic Management, spoke about imported Chinese-made clothes the way a bespoke-suit-wearing Wall Street banker might talk about Wal-Mart overalls. Chinese-made clothes, he said, are for the "buffalo boys"—country kids seen riding water buffaloes to work in the fields. And for those in the know, status matters. Our fixer and guide, Ha Tran, described her mortification when, upon returning from the United States with clothes bought from Old Navy as presents, she discovered that they were made not in America, but in Vietnam.
For American visitors, who tend to view Vietnamese history through the lens of our disastrous 20-year involvement, it's surprising how little the war defines collective memory and attitudes toward Americans and American goods. It could be that our hosts were simply being polite. Or it could be a function of the extreme youth of Vietnam. About 40 percent of the population was born after the fall of Saigon. There are memorials and monuments, to be sure, but they're unobtrusive, like the small cement statue in Hanoi that marks the spot where John McCain was shot down in Truch Buch Lake in 1967. At the War Remnants Museum in Ho Chi Minh City, where the propagandistic exhibits include a chilling photograph of two American soldiers water-boarding a prisoner, the crowd was roughly divided between tourists and Vietnamese school kids gleefully posing on captured American tanks. Yet the Vietnamese politicians, businesspeople, and kids we met seemed to regard the United States as one in a list of imperial powers the country had fended off in its long quest for independence. No hard feelings. The regime has decided that it is moving forward economically, that it needs capital and investment, and that it would much rather throw in its lot with the United States, Japan, and Europe than with China.
In our travels, we heard repeated stories of how Vietnamese brands and consumers had fought off cheap Chinese imports by improving quality and focusing on brands. In urban clothing stores, consumers are far more likely to find domestically made clothes than Chinese ones. "Now the time for cheap products has gone by," said Nguyen Thi Thanh Hu, general director of apparel maker Garco 10, which derives about 20 percent of its sales from the Vietnamese consumer market. Last summer, a Vietnamese company, Viet Tien, signed a deal with Perry Ellis to license its Manhattan line of clothes for the domestic market.
In the 1990s, said a senior trade official, cheap Chinese beer flooded the market. "Ten years ago, eight of every 10 bottles of beer in the market were Chinese-made, and everybody was afraid," he said. But Vietnamese brands like 333, Saigon, and Tiger Beer (foreign-owned but brewed domestically) took marketing cues from Western beer companies and began advertising on television. As they did so, better-off consumers grew more sophisticated. "In the past, we just drank any beer we had," said the trade official. But today, "there is no Chinese [brand] in the market to compare."
The arrival of cheap Chinese motorbikes a few years ago forced Japanese firms to cut prices significantly. But Vietnamese consumers with disposable income now look beyond price. The trade official said he bought a Chinese-made motorbike for his daughter, but she sold it after a year and purchased a Japanese-made one instead. At Le Quy Don High School, a magnet public school in Ho Chi Minh City, we chatted with students. (Most disconcerting flat-Earth moment: the unanimous roar of approval that arose when we asked if they liked Hannah Montana.) "The goods imported to Vietnam from China are not really good," Bang Thanh, a 16-year-old wearing stylish sunglasses, told me. "The Honda motorbikes they make there and bring in are no good."
Of course, national pride—and not simply a rising sense of consumer sophistication—filters into the resentment of all things Chinese. The Vietnamese are fiercely proud of their local industries and products, especially their food. One day, we met for lunch with young Vietnamese businesspeople at the Chinese restaurant in the New World Hotel in Ho Chi Minh City. The sumptuous, multicourse meal was delicious, several orders of magnitude better than Empire Szechuan. But the executive seated to my left wasn't impressed: "Chinese food is too oily."
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Comments from the Fray
Prosperity and crowding doesn't explain the US's wretched airports: a lack of imagination does. While in developing countries a spiffy airport is a source of pride, many US cities seemed to have devoted zero thought to making their airports comfortable or pleasant for travelers, beautiful, inspiring or calming; or even, in most cases, with good transit options. Many equally prosperous and busy European airports do far better. Schiphol, for example. Plus, changes don't necessarily cost money. Why don't airports have zones where you can sit in quiet away from TVs or talk on a cell phone? Why don't airports have more tables for people to work at while they're waiting? More outlets? Why is it so hard to find out what time it is in an airport?
--haiku rd
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Of course Incheon is a breeze to get through, and clean, and all that. It's intended for people leaving or entering the country - as such, the government takes great pains to make it sparkle. But to compare it to Charleston? It's apples and oranges. Had Gross wanted to do a fair and more accurate comparison, he would have bebopped from Incheon down the road to the old, and now domestic, airport in Seoul--Gimpo. There he would have seen what air travel in Korea is all about--lousy scheduling, a seemingly pathological inability to queue, decaying buildings, scary toilets, and nothing but lousy ramen noodles to eat.
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But Daniel, why is the choice TSA imbecility and incompetent baggage-handling or Cambodian non-aviation chaos? Why can't we have BOTH the decent, civil, fast service and comfort available in SE Asia AND everything else on the outside of the US terminal (except the traffic, you forgot to mention the hassles of trying to get to the terminals.. Dan, think of Newark, think of BWI, think of Kennedy!)? It's not just a matter of scale either, that makes airports in out of the way jungles (Enough. You people who say "there is no such thing as a jungle" have NOT been to Cambodia or Vietnam. Jungles do exist. They are real. Go see for yourself.) decent places to transit. Beijing's airport is a really, really busy place--but the lines at Immigration move pretty quickly--I one time counted thirty people checking passports, and unlike the US, when the lines in Beijing start getting a bit long-- they open up more stations to help make things move more quickly! And I routinely wait longer for my bags at PWM in Maine, despite the proximity of the plane to the baggage area, than I do in Beijing.
No, Daniel, you shouldn't be thinking, "Yes, this is a reasonable trade off." You should be thinking, "If they can have this we can too."
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