Whenever you stay in a local home during your travels, one of the highlights is tasting local specialities. In a Duara village the biggest perk is not just eating like locals, but learning how to cook like locals. All of our destinations have a characteristic kitchen, but Vietnam above all has a very distinct food culture influenced by its neighbouring countries.
To bring you closer to our villages and host families, we want to tell you the story of Nirmala and Silvester from Alagollewa village, who decided to open their home to travellers.
When we introduce Duara to people who hear about it for the first time, we often hear things like “So you are like Airbnb!”, “But we already get private rooms from Airbnb!” and “Why should we book a homestay from Duara when we have Airbnb?”
Here are the main reasons why Duara Travels is so different from Airbnb...
Isabel spent her first weeks in Bali surfing in Canggu and doing yoga in Ubud with other travellers. As she had no plans for the next weeks, she started asking around what to do and ended up in Munti Gunung.
“It was not an option for me to go to Kuta or Seminyak or other super touristy areas. I wanted to get to know the local culture and get involved.”
“When I travel I don’t need luxury, but I need clean sheets in a nice, usually a four star hotel. I am a 'champagne-in-a-hotel-room' type of traveller. Or actually, maybe a sparkling wine type.”
It sounds like the experience in Huong Non was far from clean sheets and champagne.
I stayed in Huong Non, Vietnam for 5 days in January 2017. I had been backpacking South East-Asia before, but unfortunately my experiences have been somewhat "touristy" because I have not really experienced these countries from the local perspective. When I heard of Duara, I decided I would give it a try when backpacking for the next time.
We moved in with a local Muslim family for a week in a fishing village in Kizimkazi because we wanted to experience authentic African lifestyle. We camouflaged ourselves with culturally appropriate clothing and we hopped on a speedy dalladalla minivan to Kizimkazi.
I am picked up exactly on time by Prathap, the local Duara contact person. He even takes me to see the fishermen on the Kalkudah beach although I am not sure it is his job really. He seems to keep an eye on if I’ve settled well before he leaves. There is a sense of excitement in all of us, this being new to us all.
Last week we travelled three long days from Ruanda to Arusha, Tanzania. The journey was extremely long, roads in poor condition and we didn’t have internet so we had to find a place to sleep when arriving to each village exhausted after such long travel days. However, crossing the border to Tanzania was easier than any other border crossing before, we got the visas from the border and the staff was really friendly.
I begun my Duara experience from the busy bus station of Moshi which is the town where many travellers stop by on their way to Kilimanjaro or other “most visited places in Tanzania”. I, on the other hand, was not on my way to any of those places but to a little village, called Lembeni, located in the middle of Tanzanian countryside.