Rice “Wine,” “Zoo!” and Karaoke

On our second evening with Bella, she introduces us to something she calls “rice wine.” In reality, it’s closer to homemade moonshine — completely clear and sold in an ordinary plastic water bottle. Strong, simple, and definitely not to be underestimated.

On our last two evenings in town, we sit by the river, raising toasts and enjoying the warm air. At some point, we start playing a local singing game. The rule is simple but challenging: you must quickly sing a song that begins with the same letter as the first letter of the last word of the previous song. If you can’t think of one in time, you have to drink — and say “zoo!” (Vietnamese for “cheers!”). The result is a lot of laughter, spontaneous performances, and steadily rising enthusiasm.

We also decide to try local-style karaoke. This isn’t the kind where you sing in front of a bar full of strangers. Instead, you rent a private room for your group. Inside, you’re free to showcase your vocal talents — or complete lack thereof — in front of your friends only. Beer and snacks are available, and the whole setup is surprisingly cozy. It’s a popular way for locals to celebrate birthdays and other occasions.

On one afternoon, we head to the harbor hoping to catch a boat to a nearby island, only to discover that all the boats have already departed. Plans change — as they so often do while traveling.

By the third evening, after a few drinks, everyone is in particularly high spirits. So naturally, we return to a karaoke venue. For a reasonable price, we’re given our own room once again, where we enthusiastically attempt to compensate for our limited singing abilities with pure confidence and volume.

Rice “wine,” riverside toasts, shouting “zoo!” at the top of our lungs, and unapologetic karaoke sessions — not necessarily refined cultural experiences, but unforgettable ones all the same.