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The Mini beach on Hon Mieu Island
After waking at the ungodly hour of 4am and catching the 6am coach to Heathrow we found ourselves on a Vietnam Airlines B787 Dreamliner aircraft bound for Saigon or Ho Chi Minh City as it is known today.
I was quite looking forward to travelling on Boeings new answer to modern air travel but have to say was generally disappointed. Firstly although the seat pitch and width are the same as the Qantas A380 we travelled on from Singapore the last time we went long haul, the seats did not have winged headrests so that to get any sleep was difficult unless the lady next door lets you rest your head on her shoulder! Of course the design of seating is down to the airline and not the aircraft manufacturers.
Secondly the controls for all services are in the armrest and you are continually digging them with your elbow, perhaps switching off your film or, even worse, those of the lady next to you!
Finally the aircraft is unusually noisy in flight in the economy cabin but Boeing claims it is quieter than any others. In my experience the A380 was the quietest aircraft I had ever flown in but I suppose it is not just decibel levels but frequency, especially when you are wearing hearing aids. Could the Rolls Royce engines of the A380 be quieter?
Saigon from the Golden Central Hotel
After 12 hours of flying purgatory we landed in Saigon at dawn and were met by Mercury Holidays tour guide, a local bloke called Tuan, who shepherded us to our coach. On arrival at the Golden Central Hotel our rooms were not ready so we were invited to partake of a second breakfast. Once our rooms were ready we had the rest of the morning to recover from our flight until we met again for lunch which consisted of pho which is just a spicy noodle soup and the national dish.
Mopeds in Vietnam The first impression you get of Vietnam is the number of mopeds. There are 93 million Vietnamese and in 2013 there were 37 million motorbikes registered so there are probably a few million more by now. By comparison there are only 2 million car owners and Tuan told us there are 12,000 road deaths per annum. That is about half the death rate during the 20 years of the most recent wars here.
The mopeds mostly ignore all the traffic rules including giving way to the right and stopping at red traffic lights so as a pedestrian you take your life in your hands crossing the road and the green man is superfluous. On dual carraigeways our bus travels in the left hand lane and usually passes on the right hand lane continually honking at scooters to get out of the way who weave in and out of traffic at will. Organised chaos. Many people wear face masks as the fumes from thousands of two strokes makes you cough and your eyes water. The cities of Vietnam were obviously not healthy places to live and breathe!
Reunification Palace in Saigon
After lunch we visited the former presidential palace, begun by the South Vietnam dictator Ngo Dinh Diem in 1962 who was assassinated in the coup of 1963. it was completed in 1966 by his successor Nguyen Van Thieu. At this stage perhaps a brief history of the events of modern times might be of use in understanding the significance of the places we were about to visit.

After WWII what is South Vietnam today was a French colony called Cochinchina. North of Cochinchina was the protectorate of Annan ruled by the emperor Bao Dai from Hue and north of Annan the protectorate of Tonkin. In 1945 Ho Chi Minh, who had joined the French communist party in Paris, proclaimed the Democratic Republic of Vietnam (DRV) in Hanoi. In 1946 the French declared Cochinchina a republic and in the same year the French Indochina war began and they reclaimed Hanoi but the DRV continued to operate in the remote North.
Ambasadors Chamber in Reunification Palace In 1949 France divided the country into North and South at the 17th parallel. Uncle Ho was in charge of the North and an anti communist government of South Vietnam was formed led by Bao Dai who was deposed in 1955 by Ngô Đ́nh Diem the then prime minister. Diem was a Catholic dictator who persecuted Buddhists and was himself assassinated in 1963, succeded by Nguyen Van Thieu with Bao Dai as head of state. Meanwhile Uncle Ho had turned the Viet Minh into the Viet Cong (VC) and from 1959 waged guerilla war against the South. Into the valley of death rode the Yanks and at the height of the war with the North had 500,000 soldiers with 1.5 million South Vietnamese fighting the North. A peace accord was signed in Paris in 1973 and the Yanks went home but the fighting continued. In 1975 Uncle Ho marched south taking the cities of Hue, Da Nang and Da Lat in central Vietnam which the South Vietnamese army were unable to defend with no US help. Finally Saigon fell in 1975 with a DRV tank smashing through the gate of the presidential palace and Thieu being whisked away by helicopter from the roof of the palace.
Helicopter on the roof of the Reunification Palace In 1978 Vietnam went to war with Cambodia to remove the dreaded Pol Pot regime but in 1979 Pol Pot then continued a Guerilla war until his death in 1998. Vietnams actions in Cambodia upset the Chinese who regarded Pol Pot as their ally so they then invaded Vietnam and that war continued on and off until 1989. Sino Vietnamese relations are going through a sticky patch today with China's territorial claims in the South China Sea.
The Presidential Palace has been renamed the Reunification Palace complete with old tanks in the grounds to show these 'yer southerners just who is in charge. I have never visited a stranger version of a communist state as this one which charges its citizens for health and education and the richest man in Vietnam owns most of the hospitals and the best schools. In 1990 they abandoned the Soviet version of economics and adopted the "free market" version which we know as capitalism which meant that anyone could set up in business, produce, buy and sell and make a profit. You see extreme poverty and extreme wealth but very little in between so unsure where the communism comes in?
Tank in the grounds of the Reunification Palace Ah yes it comes in with the propaganda where it is displayed in spades at the war museum with lots of pictures of all the atrocities that the Americans did during the war and how the glorious armies of Uncle Ho beat them. The palace was interesting for its architecture and its art deco interior. They even had a helicopter on the roof.
In the evening we ventured out to the night market which was just around the corner from our hotel and Sue invested heavily but delegated the haggling to me. It began with them suggesting a silly price and me suggesting an even sillier lower price to which the usual response was "Oh my God, Oh my God" then a lower price. Once our respective prices grew nearer it might become a little physical with me getting a tummy rub and the suggestion "good for you, good for me" which might elicit a response.... well you get my drift!
View from the Reunification Palace in Saigon
We bonded with our fellow travellers over a few glasses of the amber nectar before retiring to bed as the next day we packed an overnight bag and started early for the three hour coach journey to the Mekong Delta. Before boarding our boat we paid a visit to a Cao Dai Temple. This is a strange sect which embraces all of Vietnams religions including Christianity, Islam and Bhuddhism and has perhaps 2 million followers in South Vietnam. They have four services each day at six hour intervals starting at 6am and each one lasts about an hour.
Worshippers in Cao Dai TempleCao Dai Temple
The Caodaists all wear white but the male priests wear different colours.
The sect was formed in 1926 when God was supposed to have made an appearance on earth. In the 1940's they had considerable financial and political influence and even a private army numbering some 20,000. In the 1950's it reached a zenith of 4 million members but, just as they seem unable to decide on which religion to follow, so they were equally undecided which political system they should follow and fought for the South as well as the VC!
Barge carrying rice husks Mekong Delta
We boarded a small boat and set off for the Cai Be floating market which was singularly unimpressive having few boats and almost no trading. More interesting was the barge we passed loaded with rice husks with the helmsman perched on a high stool on top of a table in order to see over the cargo. We stopped for lunch at a riverside restaurant and were entertained by musicians and dancers and ate some sort of river fish which was mounted on a plate with flowers stuck in its mouth. Tasted quite nice but another live one was looking at us from a tank with a mournful look perhaps knowing he was next for the pot!
Fishes
Something which upset most of us was the tipping policy which Mercury told us was customary in Vietnam. That may be so but we were also told that the amount would be £2.00 per person per day for the driver and guide which each guide more or less demanded. The guide also requested a further amount which varied to take care of other services such as tips at restaurants etc. We all thought that this was not really a tip but a charge and Mercury should have included this in the holiday price or we should have been left to decide if a tip was justified. Had we been Australian we would not have tipped because Australians don't do it! The guide told us that the average wage in Vietnam was 150,000 Dongs per month, about £4.50 so on that basis he was getting about 10 times the average wage in tips alone?
Durian Fruit On we went by coach to Can Tho which is the largest town in the Mekong Delta and stayed overnight. Walking through the town the next day I noticed a fruit stall selling Durian fruit. This is quite a nice tasting fruit if you can get it into your mouth as it smells like shite!
We boarded another boat and visited another floating market at Cai Rang. At least here there were some boats and they were trading but it is a wholesale market where farmers bring their produce by boat and sell it to traders who collect it by boat so about as interesting as watching paint dry. We also visited a maker of confectionery where they produced everything from things grown around the area like coconuts, bananas, rice, ginger, peanuts, sugar cane et al. They even used the Durian fruit which I called shite toffee and passed around the bus but they didn't make it when tourists were visiting on account of the smell. At a fruit farm we tasted several tropical fruits like jack fruit and dragon fruit but no Durian.
Cooking Rice Balls Stopping for lunch on the way back to Saigon the chefs were making huge rice balls which tasted of... well... rice. Three hours on a coach each way to and from the Mekong was really not worth the trip considering what they had to show us and I for one would have rather stayed in Saigon for longer as we barely scratched the surface of that city.
We did manage to get to see the impressive old central post office built by the French which used to be the railway station.
We would have liked more free time to wander round and discover more however we were rushed off up north the next day to look at the tunnel system the VC used during the war.
Chance of a bit more propaganda here for the government which they milked, especially the video they showed which was complete rubbish.
Helen, the youngest member of our group by some distance, kindly popped up out of a secret tunnel entrance pretending to be a VC and Sue made friends with a nice VC couple.
Helen as a VCSue with the VC You can hire an AK47 here and fire off live rounds at VC targets. It sounded as though they had plenty of business from the noise of exploding munitions.
This was another few hours spent in a coach to see a few holes in the ground but we were told that tourists wanted to see. Perhaps I am in the minority but I found it boring.
Back in Saigon for lunch we were also beginning to find our daily meals boring. Chicken sweetcorn soup or pumpkin soup, some sort of salad with bits of chicken, pork or chicken in a sauce, boiled or stir fried veg of unknown make, and oh, I almost forgot morning glory.
Saigon Post OfficeSaigon Post Office Nothing to do with sex but tasteless green stringy thingies and we always had rice with every meal. Dessert was usually fruit salad which was usually a few pineapple and water melon chunks. This menu was similar for lunch and dinner but the hotels did provide a reasonable buffet breakfast. The tour included all meals but we felt that lunch could have been a baguette and a beer leaving more funds for better food at dinner. Better still would be to reduce the price of the tour and just do bed and breakfast. A few of us went off piste a couple of times much to the chagrin of the guides who we suspected were on commission from the restaurants.
Dalat
An hours flight that evening brought us to Dalat, a mountain town of about 200,000 set among mountains rising to over 2000 metres so it was considerably cooler after the heat of Saigon. Dalat is renowned for its flowers and so it proved with even the illuminations at night having a flowery theme. Set around a large lake with attractive large colonial villas, now mostly taken over by the nouveau riche or restaurateur or just left to decay. The food improved no end here as did the sights beginning the next day with a ride on an old railway up into the hills for about 7km.
Lady train conductorLady train conductor
Our Tour Group I was rather taken with the very trim lady conductor who wore a tailored tightly fitted uniform which caused Brian, one of our party from "oop North", to exclaim his love for ladies in uniform. Brian was further excited by the Vietnamese girl in a short leather skirt who sat on my knee to have her photograph taken! I should add that Brian is in his mid eighties as is his wife Ethel and a brighter more engaging couple you could not wish to meet.
We left the train and then had to wait on a level crossing for the little diesel loco to move to the other end of the train for the return journey, a movement which the lady conductor performed with military precision, whistling her commands to the driver and getting Brian even more excited!
Linh Phuoc Pagoda
The purpose of our visit here was the Linh Phuoc Pagoda, built by Buddhist monks from debris of glass, pottery and porcelain between 1949 and 1952
The Vietnamese drink a lot of beer and in the garden is a 49 metre long dragon made from 12,000 empty beer bottles! This is truly an amazing structure as can be seen from the various photographs on this page.
Linh Phuoc Pagoda Dragon
Here I made friends with a soldier guarding the lady Buddha and climbed to the top of the bell tower which contains the largest bell in Central Vietnam which is some 8.5 tonnes in weight.
Lady BuddhaMe and a soldier
From the pagoda the coach took us up to the top of a mountain with great views over Dalat town then by cable car across to another mountain top and the Truc Lam Zen Monastery with its beautiful gardens full of flowers.
Linh Phuoc Pagoda
The Bonsai in the country were nothing short of amazing and I could fill this page with photographs I took of the different examples. Below are two examples of the art. A bouganvillea at the cable car station and some more outside our hotel in Dalat.
BonsaiBonsai
It was no surprise that the last emperor chose Dalat for his summer palace. Built between 1933 and 1938 in the art deco style Bao Dai lived here with his family until the late 1940's then with his concubine when his wife and family went into exile in France. Diem removed him as head of state in 1955 and he was exiled to France where he died in 1997.


Another interesting visit was to the crazy house which they are still building and it is also the Hang Nga guest house where you can stay the night. Hang Nga was one of the presidents daughters who created the original house. Photographs of the presidents garden and of his daughters crazy house are displayed above and moving your mouse over the image will freeze it

Our final visit was to a village where the minority Lach people perform a traditional Gong music show. The Lach were the first people to live in Dalat and their women especially are very attractive. The women choose the man they want to marry, ask his parents for permission and must pay a dowry. Seems a good arrangement to me! They marry and have families when they are still quite young.
Dancing at the gong show
Although the show they put on is done just to earn money from tourists it was a laugh and warmed us all up as they get everyone up to dance, first the boys and then the girls and their folk songs do not sound Asian but are melodic to western ears and have a steady beat we can dance to. Reminded me a bit of the Hokey Cokey! The musical instruments they use are xylophones and lengths of bamboo suspended on a lattice of cords plus drums plus a guy with a Yamaha electric piano and a few CD tracks. Sue said she was wetting herself at my efforts to dance!
The Long Son PagodaBig white Buddah at the Long Son Pagoda
The next day we travelled four hours by coach down from the mountains in torrential rain to Nah Trang. This is a modern seaside city with an international airport much favoured by Chinese and Russians who fly in on package deal holidays and tend to make a nuisance of themselves. I climbed up hundreds of steps to a big white Buddha at the Long Son Pagoda which overlooks the city and was built to commemorate the monks and nuns who died fighting the Diem government.
Po Nagar Temples
Later we visited the ancient Po Nagar Temples overlooking the river, built by the Cham people and reminiscent of the temples of Ankor Wat in Cambodia. Walking round the city I spotted a Spanish restaurant which had a Salsa party the following night so we decided to go off piste and booked a table with Leamington Pete and Merik who claimed to be Polish but didn't dance as he didn't want to be known as a Pole dancer.
Schooner and Cable car from Nah Trang to Con Se Tre Island
The next day saw us afloat again but this time at sea. We sailed out to Hon Mieu Island through a fish farm then round the island to the Mini beach which is pictured at the top of this page. A few brave souls went snorkeling off Mun island then another fish farm where we admired big squid which we ate for our lunch by which time wind and sea had risen and it was quite exciting getting on and off the boat.
Back on the mainland we visited the aquarium which was another French addition before going off piste which was a great success. The Spanish owner of la Mancha took us under his wing and recommended an excellent Spanish red wine to accompany our Argentine fillet steaks which came 1.5 inches thick and cooked 'A Point'. Pudding was a huge sort of Knickerbocker Glory and we were entertained throughout by enthusiastic and very fit Salsa dancers of Strictly standard! The next morning the rest of the party told us various porkies about the food they had eaten and we told them the truth!
Japanese Bridge in Hoi An We waved goodbye to our guide Tuan at Nah Trang airport after a 5am wake-up call and flew to Danang where we were met by our new lady guide Tian. She took us to admire the beach which was huge before the short journey down the coast to Hoi An, our hotel being a few miles outside the old town right on the beach.
Before checking in we were shown round a lace making workshop then visited a few of the old houses in the town finishing with the Phuoc Kien Assembly Hall before stopping for lunch and the usual menu.
We checked into the hotel after lunch but unfortunately having settled down to soak up the sun beside the swimming pool it went on strike and a cool wind sent us back to our room for a siesta. For the rest of our stay in Vietnam the sun failed to shine but it did not rain often.
Phuoc Kien Assembly Hall Garden
Hoi An has a population of about 80,000 and was an important trading port from the 16th century. Traders from China, Japan. Holland and India set up base here. The town was one of the few to survive the wars relatively intact and one building dating to the 16th century is the Japanese covered bridge which links the Chinese and Japanese quarters.
94 year old lady potterHoi An central market
We began the next day with a wander around the central market and our guide purchased a variety of different fruit on sale and passed them round for us to try. We then took to the water for a visit to a ceramics workshop where a 92 year old lady potter was at work with the help of daughters and granddaughters. At another village they were woodworkers making everything from sculptures and furniture to large boats, but we were eventually returned to the town where we had the afternoon to ourselves. Leamington Pete and Polish Merik and us decided to go off piste again. Merik had been to Hoi An before and remembered having a good meal at a restaurant called Cargo Club. The cafe opposite, which served the best coffee we had yet discovered, reckoned it to be the best restaurant in town so we asked Tian to book us a table.
Hoi An River

The next day was a free one so even more money was spent shopping. We had discovered Bambou clothing at a roadside stop in the Mekong Delta and selected a couple of tee shirts we liked, however, when we came to pay they wanted over 1,200,000 Dong for one! That is over £38 in proper money which even for Sue is expensive so we did not buy. In Hoi An we went into a proper Bambou shop and found the prices much more reasonable. I bought a nice bamboo fibre polo shirt for about half the price of that tee shirt and sue bought a bamboo fibre tee shirt plus a couple of cotton ones. Bambou make clothing from many different types of fibre but the bamboo fibre is incredibly soft and will absorb four times the amount of moisture than cotton so is great for warm climates.
L to R Pete, Merik, Sue and Me at the Cargo Club At the Cargo Club that evening Tian had reserved us a table on the balcony upstairs overlooking the river with all the lanterns floating down. The photo left includes me modelling my new Bambou polo shirt!
The meal was first class and not too expensive which we rounded off with coffee and brandy at that nice cafe opposite before catching the shuttle bus back to our hotel. The next day the other lot again told us what a wonderful meal we had missed, the lying sods!
We were now bound for the Imperial city of Hue about two hours drive north but our first stop was the Marble Mountain where they have built an elevator to take you up to the pagoda and natural cave. Inside the cave we sheltered from a sudden rainstorm before retreating down to a showroom of marble sculptures which were wonderful works of art but impractical souvenirs unless you were prepared to pay the shipping cost.
Marble Mountains
I was impressed with Danang as we drove through on our journey north, full of new buildings and bridges over the river. It seemed mostly a new city and must have suffered much destruction during the war as it was the site of a big American air base. The VC shot down many helicopters from secret locations in the marble mountains.
Tian with a decorative dish We passed through the longest tunnel in Asia (6km) on our way to Hue, the former Vietnamese capital and arrived at the Forbidden City in time for lunch. Here we had the best food of the entire trip and the photograph shows Tian holding up a plate of tempura prawns arranged on a half pineapple decorated with carrots carved to resemble a peacock. This was Tians home city and I think she wanted to impress us. She may look young but she is 45 years old and has two sons, the eldest being 19!
I was impressed with the forbidden city but most of our party were not. It was completely demolished by bombing during the war and is still in the process of being rebuilt. Emperor Gia Long ordered the construction of the Citadel in 1802. The English traveller George Findlayson wrote in 1821 "the Imperial Enclosure was of such sheer elegance, grandeur and perfection, that all other Asian cities seemed in comparison to be the work of children". Gia Long died before the Citadel could be completed and Minh Mang, his fourth son by his favourite concubine, became his successor and completed the Citadel.
Minh Mang had somewhere between 500 and 700 concubines, who begat 78 princes and 64 princesses so he was a busy man and it is said that most Vietnamese are directly related to him! The Forbidden City was inspired by the one in Peking and covers 520 hectares.
Forbidden City Gate
It is surrounded by a wall 7 metres high and 20 metres wide and a moat 23 metres wide and 4 metres deep. The emperor entered though the centre gate and his mandarins through gates either side. Lesser mortals had separate gates at each side of the city, one for me and one for women. Naturally our group posed in front of their respective gates and the male gate was voted the best one.


We only had one night in Hue and a special banquet was held where we all dressed up in costumes of the period while, as the eldest of us, Brian and Ethel were our chosen Emperor and Empress. I approached the Emperor after the meal and remarked that he reminded us of the late Pope John. His response was to invite me to kiss his ring, an invitation I declined.
Emperor Brian and Empress Ethel
Here is our table dressed in full regal splendour and we were entertained by the imperial band and choir, lovely ladies who the emperor made his concubines.
Our dinner table
More edible sculpture was on display again at this restaurant as there was the next day at lunch so this seems to be a speciality in Hue and a chef demonstrated her skills next day by sculpting a prawn in about five minutes.
vegetable sculpturevegetable sculpture
Our final day in Hue was spend visiting the tomb of Emperor Khai Dinh (1916-1925) who was the last Vietnamese Emperor. He was a great admirer of French technology and built his tomb of concrete so it has not weathered well.
The last emperors tomb
We returned to the Citadel for a final lunch before visiting the Thien Mu Pagoda, the oldest in Hue built in 1601.
The car that Thich Quang Duc drove to Saigon= It was from here that in 1963 the 66 year old Monk Thich Quang Duc drove to Saigon in his old Austin and burnt himself to death as a protest against the discrimination of Buddhists by the government of Catholic President Diem. Diems sister-in-law the infamous Madam Nu commented "let them burn, we will applaud them". Not long after Diem was overthrown in a military coup. Behind the car is a picture of the monk committing suicide and his example was followed by over 30 monks and nuns as a protest against American involvement in Vietnam including two US citizens.
Bonsai at the Thien Mu Pagoda
All the different emporors tombs, the forbidden city and the Thien Mu Pagoda are situated beside the Perfume River, so called because in the summer time it is renowned for the perfume from the flowers and shrubs alongside but we were here in the winter. We returned to the city down the Perfume River by dragon boat which was a flat bottomed barge with a dragons head and "perfume" from the engine exhaust emitted from its arse end blew back into the seating area so we were pleased to arrive still conscious.
The Perfume River
The bus then took us back to Hue airport where we said our farewells to Tian and flew to Hanoi, arriving just after 7pm. Here we were met by Dinh who regaled us with jokes on the journey into the city including his version of the Lords Prayer. He had a good command of English but his jokes often fell flat.
Hanoi Opera We stopped for the regulation dinner on the way and one of our party was beaten by a short head to the WC by a large rat. It does not inspire confidence in the standard of hygene in the kitchen with rats running round the place.
Our hotel was the Sunway which was a nice hotel in the wrong place, a slum opposite, families eating their meals on the pavement and the whole area very seedy. Sue and I walked into the French quarter as far as the Opera when a rat tripped along the gutter beside us. The fumes from the scooters and danger of getting injured by their refusal to obey traffic lights convinced us that our part of Hanoi was a place not to be explored on foot.
Uncle Ho's Mausoleum
The next day we went to see Uncle Ho but his mausoleum was closed so, after the changing of the guard, we went to see where he lived when he was alive and worked in the grounds of the presidential palace in a modest little house on stilts rather than in the presidential palace.
Changing of the guard at Uncle Ho's Mausoleum
We then visited the museum of ethnology. Vietnam has hundreds of different ethnic people within its borders and this museum is all about them including many of the typical houses they live constructed in the gardens around the museum itself. One of the tombs caught everyone's attention.
Bahnar communal housetomb fertility figures
In the evening we went to the water puppet show which every tourist is required to attend. It was colourful and very clever and the lady playing the single string harp was to die for but the puppets were not really to my taste. The best bit was when the puppeteers appeared from under the waste deep water to take their bow.

The next day we endured a four hour coach journey to Halong Bay and boarded the Victory Star for our cruise. The boat was nicely fitted out with a roomy cabin and en suite bathroom. Food was of a good standard but our bar bill was over $US65 when we paid off.
Tai Chi on Victory Star
We cruised out to on of the many island where we were taken ashore by tender and climbed up to a cave the sat on an artificial sand beach and watch a few brave souls from our party go swimming while the rest of us shivered. Back on board my man cold had developed nicely and Ethel gave me one of her prescription pills to dry me up. The next day they woke us up when they weighed the anchor at 6am and we all assembled on deck for Tai Chi before a light breakfast as we cruised to a floating fishing village where we embarked four at a time into small sampans and were rowed around the islands and though an impressive rock arch.
Sampans at Halong Bay
Back on the Victory Star we had a buffet brunch as we sailed back to Halong City and admired the biggest Big Wheel ever before boarding our bus for the four hour journey back to Hanoi and a really good buffet dinner at a posh restaurant.
Big Wheel at Halong City
Our final excursion was a two hour coach journey north to Tam Coc. This reminded us of Guilin in China with its Karst landscape it is like Halong Bay on land. We were loaded on two by two into aluminium punts propelled mostly by fit ladies who rowed the wrong way round with their feet! We glided through the paddy fields for the best part of an hour through three caves until we turned round at a floating supermarket and glided back. Our rower seemed determined to be first back but we were beaten by a short head by Steven and Christine.


Although we were by this time completely templed out we were taken to three more which were 10th century but, as I said to Dinh after I asked him for a wheelchair, "I know they are all different but I just can't take any more!"
I pood tee shirt
You always buy souvenir tee shirts when you are on holiday and this trip was no exception. I did get the Ho Chi Minh Hip Hop during the trip and to commorate it I aquired the tee shirt on the right as a fitting tribute!

Being in Vietnam for the first time reminded me of a Tom Paxton song I used to sing in the late 60's with The Ghillies folk group in Edinburgh so here it is for posterity:




Click on the player to hear the music
or click here.

Score of Lyndon Johnson told the Nation.

I just got a letter from L.B.J
It said, "This is your lucky day"
It's time to put your khaki trousers
Though it may seem very queer
We've got no jobs to give you here
So we are sending you to Vietnam

Chorus:
Lyndon Johnson told the nation
Have no fear of escalation
I am trying everyone to please
Though it isn't really war
We're sending fifty thousand more
To help save Vietnam from the Vietnamese

I jumped off the old troop ship
And sank in mud up to my hips
I cussed until the captain called me down
Never mind how hard it's raining
Think of all the ground we're gaining
Just don't take one step outside of town

Chorus.

Every night the local gentry
Slip out past the sleeping sentry
They go to join the old V C
In their nightly little dramas
They put on their black pajamas
And come lobbing mortar shells at me

Chorus.

We go round in helicopters
Like a bunch of big grasshoppers
Searching for the Viet Cong in vain
They left a note that they had gone
They had to get down to Saigon
Their government positions to maintain

Chorus.

Well, here I sit in this rice paddy
Wondering about Big Daddy
And I know that Lyndon loves me so
Yet how sadly I remember
Way back yonder in November
When he said I'd never have to go

Chorus.

Two hours back to Hanoi and the Sunway hotel wanted $US10 to use their gym locker room for a change and shower before our flight home to which I strongly objected. Fortunately some of our party were spending an extra night here prior to going on to Cambodia for more temples. Some people just can't get enough but Leamington Pete lent me his room to change in so all was well. We had a 12 hour flight to Heathrow that night leaving at 00.40 hrs but pitied those who went on to Cambodia as they returned via Saigon with a five hour wait for their Heathrow flight.
We all went out together for a final dinner which according to Dinh was even posher than the previous night but it was more of the same old menu. We dropped off the Cambodian crew who waved us off to the airport and our flight home. At Heathrow we managed to catch an earlier coach home to Cheltenham arriving about 11am but our next long haul will be Premium Economy.

The Spring Equinox is upon us so it is time for another page.

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