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August 18 thru 21

Bus from Siem Reap to Phnom Penh, 6 hours. This wasn’t so much a tourist bus as just a straight up commuter bus, a mix of 80% locals 20% backpacking foreigners. Since Siem Reap attracts more wealthy tourists and the state of the roads is abysmal, most fly out of the airport in town and usually never see Phnom Pehn at all (it’s a city known more for its history as the sight of the death of hundreds of thousands and less for its lovely buildings). Anyways back to the bus. We were gifted with 2 hours of Cambodian karaoke on the tvs. While culturally interesting to watch for the first 15 minutes I soon wanted to tear my ears from my head. Thankfully I had earplugs in my bag and I did not care if anyone saw me put them in. After Cambodian ktv the driver put in a 1980s Chinese horror film. It was a traditional style one complete with kung fu magic, jumping zombies, vampires, evil spirit babies, and alternate portals with glowing green lights. This was dubbed in Khmer as well, but way more entertaining than the karaoke. I almost think I’d seen it in Taipei before but I couldn’t be sure because all of those films are almost the same.

Finally arrived in Phnom Pehn. Argued with the tuktuk drivers over the price to go to the hotel I had booked (I didn’t really want to wander the city looking for an available room) on the internet the day before. So I finally go…and I just want to say…Lonely Planet…you’d been pretty handy all trip, but here, you let me down big time. I had had really good luck just randomly picking hotels and getting nice clean rooms with ac, cable tv, hot showers, all for 10 or 15 dollars. Here…I knew it was not a good sign when no one spoke English, they dug through a giant bin of keys all scribbled on with markers and finally handed me one. Broken tv, no toilet paper, weak ac, no handle on the faucet, and questionable blankets. Lovely. But it was too late to change my mind. Spent the night, checked out at 7am and the guy asked me “Why so early…you stay 3 days?”…I reply… “Not here, I don’t.” Took a tuk tuk to the waterfront. Found a nice hotel, 15$…no window, but practically the Ritz compared to the other one.

While Phnom Pehn is not on most tourist to-do lists, it still seemed a pretty decent city (I even saw a Starbucks *gasp*). There were scenic things and markets and restaurants…has the same…throw your trash in the street philosophy as Vietnam but not too stinky. Checked out the National Museum, the Royal Palace, and the Silver Pagoda.

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The National History Museum
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Tired and sweaty I walked to a café in a side street. I sat outside to take advantage of the breeze. Big mistake. “Miiiiiiisss….missss”. Here we go. “Miss you want paper? You want book? Sunglasses? Fan? Hammock?”  I was panhandled by 5 separate kids in 45 minutes and 2 adults. Then I made the mistake of actually acknowledging one kid, “What books do you have?”. “This one very good, about Cambodian history” “How much?” “10$”…”No thank you, I’ll pay 3.” Kid is instantly annoyed…”I no make profit, I paid 2$ for this book. You pay 9$ Very good copy”. I then point out that I have a book, a real book, and I paid 6$ for it. Why should I pay 10$ for a photocopy that has smeared words…point to the inside. I don’t even really need a book, I was just being nice and might read it later 3$ is my only offer. Boy gets sullen. He stands there for 5 minutes silently. Finally he says, “Ok 5$”. “No. Please leave now”. Then, I get to hear some great things. A 7 year old cussing me out in really good English…so now his English is good apparently. This is definitely not the way to get someone to buy things. He leaves.

Another 30 minutes, another little boy comes up, this one is smaller maybe 5 or 6…I still do want a book. “Miss, you buy this book..3$”…He must have heard me earlier. Why not, he’s polite. He’s not quoting ridiculous prices. He doesn’t complain when I want to check the copy to see if all the pages are there. So I pay him and get the book. I settle in to read when I hear…Smack! I look up and the kid with the bad mouth has punched the other little kid in the face. Whoa whoa…I am not here to incite children to punch each other. He cries and cries while clutching his box of books. The other kid laughs and runs off. I try to buy the kid some ice cream but he sniffles and says he has to get back to work. These kids are smart, funny, hard workers, its only too bad their focus is not centered on something else. That said, I never saw a kid who looked truly hungry, maybe a bit dirty but while this instance really really got to me, for the most part you had to take the kids with a bit of a cold heart…because they were going to sucker some tourist somewhere, it just usually wasn’t gonna be me.

Met some interesting people, ate some fondue, had some unbelievable sweet lemon pie at a bar that reminded me of Nashville. Bought some dragon fruit, wandered some markets arguing with men about 2$ statues of Buddha. “I give you very good price…8$”….uh no. I go next door…”I give you price…2$”..ok thats more like it.

On my second day in Phnom Pehn or third. I’m not really sure anymore. I decided to do the “sad day”. Why a “sad day”? Because its really not fair to travel to foreign countries and see only the picturesque. You need the full picture, and in that case alot of the picture in Cambodia is taken up by the genocide of the Khmer Rouge.

Background note. The Khmer Rouge was a communist political party in Cambodia that led from 1975-1979. During these few years they uprooted almost the entire country in the name of “agricultural reform” it quickly failed leaving a government paranoid and trigger happy. Killing all intellectuals, government member, middle class, even their own. 1-3 MILLION people died in this time period. What really horrifies me is that this is a modern era, only 20-30 years ago. A time of world wide information and communication. In a nation next door to Vietnam, this exists and was largely ignored by larger world powers.

Anyways, I started my morning with a long long motorbike ride out to  Choeung Ek (The Killing Fields). Driven to a largely agricultural part of town behind a dump there was a dirt road with green grass that led to a meadowy tree area. In the middle was a towering stupa…funeral monument. Inside the stupa organized by age were 5000 skulls. In addition to this you could wander around the area where you’d occasionally find signs saying nonchalantly “This was the tree the Khmer Rouge beat babies to death against” or “This is a tree they hung speakers from that played music so that surrounding locals wouldn’t hear the moans of the people buried alive”. Walking along, amidst the bees and trees you’d think it was just another field but then looking down at the dirt worn away on the path you notice bits of white rock sticking out, curved pieces and knobbly pieces…and then you realize. It’s not rock. Its bones. Much of the area was not dug up because it was simply too large of a task. Better to let them be. 15,000 unknowns. And we walk around on them all. The most eerie part is being at a location with several dozen other people and not hearing a single word spoken the entire time out of respect.

After this, I continued on with my sad day and had my driver take me back to town to the Tuol Sleng museum. It was originally a highschool. Except now the outsides are wrapped in rusty bobwire since it was converted to the S-21 Prison in 1975. Tiny cells made in the classrooms, rooms with red stains, and hundreds and hundred of pictures of inmates. Women, children, men, teenagers. Not just Cambodians but westerners were imprisoned and killed as well. At the end of the war when Vietnam invaded only 12 people survived of the 17,000 that were once there. Having seen enough I headed back to my hotel for a shower and a nap.

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And thus, worn thin from weeks of haggling with children, carrying my shoe festooned backpack from hotel to hotel and endless undecipherable tourguides…I was ready to go home.

Home to Taipei that is.

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August 15 thru 18
Cambodia from the second we crossed the border was a very, very different country from that of Vietnam. There were few elements of modernity here. No booming construction, no cars even, and very few paved roads. People lived as they have for hundreds of years in bamboo stilt houses. They have oxen tied in the yard and small gardens growing in the soggy ground. Instead of being met with young men shouting “cyclo? Motorbike miss?” at rest stops we were met instead with children offering fruit and giant bowls of spiders and crickets to eat….yes giant fried tarantulas. And yes, they were for eating. And no, I did not eat any.

While Cambodia was drastically poorer than Vietnam, in whole, I found the people a lot more welcoming and friendly. In Vietnam they’ve become very used to the presence of foreigners and I feel like they see us merely as money, big dollar signs. While Cambodia, still recovering from the horrors of the Khmer Rouge in the 1980s has only in recent years been stable enough to actually welcome larger numbers of foreigners. While Cambodia has its own currency: the riel, the dollar is mostly used. Everything is quoted in dollars, ATM’s give dollars and change is generally given in riel…25 cents being 1000 riel…but there are 100 riel notes which are…3 cents?

My hotel in Siem Reap was friendly and lovely. The Mandalay Guesthouse…check it out if you’re ever in town its around the corner from the old market. The next morning I had a strong coffee then braced myself for the daily bartering for transportation. 6$ for a guy to motorbike me around for the whole day, but I insisted on a helmet as well (apparently an unusual request)…helmet adds a $1 apparently haha whatever, I am not going to the hospital for brain injuries in a 3rd world country. I pointed to the places on the map, and we were off zooming down quiet tree lined roads for miles and miles headed straight for Angkor Wat.

While I had experienced numerous ruins, temples, palaces and Asian treasures…it was still breathtaking. A mist hovering above the lotus ponds, little naked children laughing and splashing about, orange robed monks walking with briefcases along the side of the road, men sleeping in hammocks strung in shady spots along the roadside, and little monkeys throwing rotten mangoes. My mind took a thousand pictures that will never compare.

While Angkor Wat is the supposed “jewel” in the crown of Siem Reap and it is certainly the largest and in the best condition, I found a lot of the smaller, more derelict temples more moving and beautiful. I did Angkor Wat till noon the first day, dying in the powerful sun. Every single inch of the massive, massive temple is covered in beautiful carvings, there are little nooks with Buddha statues, a pervading smell of incense, and towering stone sculptures.

Afterwards, I headed back to my driver to continue down the road to another temple that was a bit shadier. This temple was the site for the Tomb Raider film and is falling apart as the jungle grows within the walls. Ta Prohm is a tangle of tree roots, moss, and “danger, no entry signs” That said, it’s a bit busy for my taste, with people crawling all over the tumbled down stones. Not accessible by road you enter by walking down a dirt path flanked by landmine victims playing music and beggar children who have fashioned themselves crowns of palm leaves as they sing in unison for you while shouting, “Money! Money!” between choruses. Exhausted by the discovery that I had exited the wrong jungle path and had to retrace almost my entire trek through the temple, I told the driver, “take me some place you like” however while headed towards town we were doused by rain. Soaked to the skin (the only time it ever rained in 3 weeks) I headed back to the hotel for an afternoon nap.

An evening of pizza, gin and tonics, and later beer with local ex-pats. I experienced more of a typical Siem Reap evening. Khmer food, Angkor beer, and joking about all sorts of things with Italians, British, Spanish, and Australian people who were kind enough to let me tag along with their local group.

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Angkor Wat, beyond the first gate. There was a local family picnicing

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There was a sad horse tied to the tree for photo-ops or rides. Poor horsey.

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Looking back from the temple steps at the entry gate…I’d like to call this the walk of sweat and boiling brains.

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Note the guy talking on his cellphone. There were alot of guys like this who would suddenly start giving you a guided tour of the temple…the thing is you have to stop them before they DO actually give you a tour and then ask for money. I did alot of:  I DON’T WANT A TOUR! I want to ignorantly walk about and admire….IN SILENCE. THANK YOU.

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Local girls in traditional dress. They were beautiful…like gorgeous butterflies.

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I was always amazed that every inch of all of these massive temples was covered in exquisite carvings like these.

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Ta Prohm, is in the jungle and a bit more derelict than that of Angkor Wat. Still beautiful though.

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This is the tree in Tomb Raider where Angelina Jolie falls through the earth or something. I dunno. I never saw the movie but there were a ridiculous amount of people here taking pictures with some roots that looked just like 100 other roots in the temple.

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My Tho, Vietnam

To the east and south of Saigon is the Mekong Delta. Miles and miles of rich rivers and canals. I took a short tour there with some people from Singapore, France, Ireland, and Malaysia…I got to use all three languages I know in one afternoon, switching, depending on the person. We arrived in My Tho and took a small-motorized boat across the broad brown river to the island of Ben Tre.  It was used to house lepers a hundred years ago but now has bee farms and fruit plantations. The family who ran the boat had a young boy, about 4 years old and that was the happiest child I have ever seen in my entire life. He has probably lived his entire life on that boat, but there he was swinging in a hammock, back and forth back and forth singing little happy songs in Vietnamese. He let me take some pictures of him in his hammock, but they were corrupted when I lost my files earlier this week (the one real tragedy).

On the island we followed little gravel paths dotted with small colorful houses and chickens to a shady restaurant where we had some lemon honey tea and sampled the local rice wine and snake wine—nothing like a dead snake in the bottom of your liquor to add zest. After some dried ginger and coconut snacks we were off to explore the little gravel paths again with a stop for fresh fruit and local music and some chatting amongst ourselves, then off again. We got in some canoes paddled by locals and traveled along the shady canals peeking at the backs of houses with clothes drying on the lines. We had gone from motorized boat, to canoe, then to horse cart. Horse carts down a larger dirt road to a restaurant and then some naps in hammocks hanging in a nearby shed. Finally our mini-stay on the Mekong was over and it was back to Saigon in our cramped minibus following the trails of tangled wires back to the raucous world of “capitalism”.

Axel didn’t accompany me on the Mekong trip. He wanted to do it more authentically without a tour group just take a bus into My Tho itself. This was the final stage of 2 weeks of disagreeing over travel philosophy. A planner over a wanderer, public versus private transportation, museums versus markets…a terrible match for travel that we hadn’t previously predicted. In the end, I was unwilling to compromise on what is my only chance to see a country. I wanted to see everything, I didn’t want to waste time by not planning, by fumbling along, I wanted to know what things I could see and have them ready for me. While I might lose an element of authenticity, there was still a hell of a lot of authenticity in the streets I daily wandered and the local people I ate or purchased from. I also enjoyed interacting with the other world travelers. Their stories were also interesting. Hence we decided to finally quit compromising and each do it our own way. I booked a bus straight to Siem Reap, Cambodia chatted with a German guy the whole way and spent the evening eating barbeque with some Italians and British people who had lived in Cambodia for years. You’re never really traveling alone as long as there are others doing the same exact thing. And I got to do a lot more things at the pace I’m used to in the fashion I enjoy. (Mom, I’m home and don’t worry, nothing happened while I was traveling politically unstable countries alone.) I’m sure Axel can say the same thing for his version of the second half of the trip as well.

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Cu Chi

We took some day trips to areas near Saigon. The first to the Cu Chi tunnels. These were the tunnels built all over the Saigon area that allowed the Vietnamese to travel and move supplies without the US soldiers knowing during the war. In fact American soldiers had one of their bases right on top of most of them and just couldn’t figure out where in the hell those enemy soldiers were sneaking in from. There are around 500 km of these tunnels dug by hand, reaching all the way to the ocean. They’d put the extra dirt in bomb craters. The tour guide for this tour had pretty passable English and a good sense of humor, “Now, when we get to the tunnel part, if you get scared you can get out every 20 meters. There are 100 meters total”…What do you mean get scared…what? Then I go crawl in. These tunnels are tiny…very very tiny, and snaking, and hot. Despite spending lots of time in caves…I got out of this tunnel after 60 meters, exhausted from walking crouched over and crawling. 500km? Holy shit, is all I have to say.

Before we left they had us watch a “documentary”…it was straight up a propaganda film from wartime, grainy black and white film. It showed smiling little kids standing on the bodies of dead Americans, young girls receiving awards for killing “capitalist baby murderers” and old men sharpening bamboo stakes for rudimentary booby traps. While I completely disagree about America entering the Vietnam War, much the same as the Iraq war, nonetheless, it was strange to sit there amidst mostly Europeans and watch this “documentary”.

Later in the day we went to a museum called the “War Remnants Museum” while about the effects of the Vietnam War on the Vietnamese people, it was more of a museum about the horrors of war in general. The people stuck in the midst. Do you defend your home? Do you defend it at the risk of choosing sides? How is anyone to know what you believe? Do you want to sacrifice everything for a future that you were never previously aware of outside of your village?

It was a museum filled with nothing but thousands of photos of bodies, bombs, crying children, elderly people marching. Scientific reports, census numbers, bomb fragments. A whole floor dedicated entirely to showcasing the effects of Agent Orange, not only on people alive during the war, but those currently being born every single day. Unimaginable birth defects. They didn’t die immediately from bullets or bombs, all of these people and children, they live everyday with the consequences of poison from 40 years ago. I watch people cultivating rice from fields that were inundated with thousands of gallons of poison just 40 years ago in Cu Chi.  I was surprised that the only anti-American sentiments I heard spoken the whole time I was in the country were from the wobbly voice of a video from 30 years ago. But nothing had to be said; in each and every city there was evidence of destruction, a past that they’re still recovering from. The museum made me physically ill, but I felt like there should be more of this in every city in the world… we are desensitized to TV, to the shock value of daily media. There is nothing more moving than simple, candid, home photographs taped to walls in room after room, with nothing more than the request to look in silence and think.

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August 10 thru 15

Ho Chi Minh is Vietnam’s other large city. Drastically different from Hanoi, you can definitely see the touch of America on this city. Bright lights, store chains, commercialism. While I feel that most French and European tourists start in Hanoi and head down…the Americans start in Saigon and head up. There are less opportunities to haggle for reasonable (ok honestly, by reasonable I mean dirt cheap) prices in HCMC because most tourists just slap down the money and go. Damn you American’s. Trying to explain that I earn NT not US dollars isn’t very effective when a shopkeeper is stonewalling me for 8$ for a photocopied illegal novel. Finally I leave exclaiming, “It’s a photocopy…a blurry photocopy!” (I later caved and purchased 2 photo copied books while traveling…a verrrry interesting story about the second one that involves beggar children punching each other to follow when I get to the Cambodia posts).

Personally I liked Hanoi a lot more. HCMC reminded me of a loud Florida tourist town but with less organization. Riding in our taxi from the airport (after being followed and bargained with by a herd of 10 different cab drivers…this happens anytime you exit anything). Axel says… “Look!” and points upward. “What?” I look out into the night…what I thought had been some sort of street decoration I realized was actually just a mass of hundreds and hundreds of electrical wires draped from building to building. Giant masses, and tangles of wires, how anything actually works I have no idea…and if something falls down during a storm…damn. I took a picture on a not so busy street but it in no way captures what was really going on. Vietnam is continually a country in progress. Growing in leaps and bounds, giant stacks of bricks and rickety bamboo scaffolding everywhere you look…but no real rules or plans for any of it…do what you will…we’re heading for the future!

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While in Saigon we checked out the royal palace…expecting some old building in the French style or with dragons and tile roofs we were surprised to see a 1960’s mod building (a little ugly to be honest). While the palace was nothing fancy, meeting rooms, tasteful 1960’s décor, official things, the basement was another thing. Apparently the Vietnamese president was so hated, his own army tried to blow him up, dropping bombs on the palace. So he built a big bunker underneath. It is….creepy down there. Endless dark hallways, map rooms, rooms with single desks, rooms with big menacing 1950’s style radios. Really eerie. Later in the day we were checking out the history museum down the street and again creepy basements. Why do they let the public down here? In a looming grey, French style building we wanted to reach the second floor but ended up following arrows downward…and down, and through some metal gates…into some dusty tiled rooms with low ceilings filled with sad black and white photographs and old furniture. I seriously wouldn’t have been surprised if we had found ourselves in the middle of some horror film with zombies and mental patients. Upstairs I posed with some lovely wax people. Tea party!

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Hoi An, Vietnam

August 7 thru 10
Hoi An, we trek and trek in the dark looking for a cheap hotel. This town is a bit more stylish, picturesque and hence…more expensive. Finally we find one and relax and take one of the multiple daily showers I need, due to constantly being a sweaty mess. Hoi An was one of the very few towns not bombed during the Vietnam War. It’s another one of the World Unesco sites in Vietnam since all of the houses are traditional style. Hoi An was a shipping center for silk merchants hundreds of years ago and has a very strong Japanese influence.

But really, history aside there is only one word for Hoi An: TAILORS. Hundreds and hundreds of shops, pedaling their tailoring skills. You can get ANYTHING you can imagine made for you for practically nothing. Since my pack was already overflowing I had to restrain myself dearly. Head to Hoi An, get 3 hand made suits, a winter wool coat, and a silk ball gown…total? maybe 100$. Me? I settled for a purple cotton sun dress, that fits me perfectly for 7$. In addition to tailors there are cobblers of course. Any shoe you can imagine designed how you want. So to go with the dress, a pair of yellow leather sandals for 6$ that are cut to fit my sad, skinny feet, though the 8 color “pumas”  and patent leather mary jane heels were also very tempting. Did I mention they make it all in one day? Talk about service.
Since Hoi An is known for its silk I did have to get a silk robe as well, kimono style. (And one for Kathryn too shh!). 10$ each, which was probably too much to pay, but occasionally I get tired of the endless haggling. Unfortunately when I showed up the next day, there was Kathryn’s sitting there – a lovely green/turquoise traditional bamboo silk…but some flowerdy black robe on my hanger. Uh oh.
“Where’s mine?”… “This you pick miss…you like? You put on…looks very nice”…”Uh no, this is not what I picked…the one I picked was brown with green and red…not black and red…believe me I am very, very good at patterns and colors…I don’t make mistakes”….”No miss, you pick this…you pick…see book? (the silk sample book, which conveniently has the one I picked originally no longer there)” After making lots of frowns and not accepting the black one unless it is verrrry cheap, the young shop girl calls her big sister. She reluctantly admits her mother picked the wrong silk. “You pick new, we make you new this afternoon”…ta-da my lost silk magically re-appears. It’s amazing what refusing to pay does. There shall be no switcheroos this time. I pick up the new one 4 hours later.
In addition to “shopping” Hoi An has tons of fantastic restaurants. We ate dinner on the second floor of a little place along the riverfront as night fell. Delicious sweet and sour pork and local beer…I then ordered quite possibly the worst cocktail ever, it tasted like some sort of liqoury animal had died in the bottom of the glass. I guess the food is more of their strong point. There was a little skinny cat climbing along the rooftop from one balcony restaurant to the next, I let him sit in my lap for a while and watch us eat. I do enjoy that about restaurants abroad, animals hanging out. Mi Hao at Abar, the bulldog at the burger place in France, cats sleeping in tea shops. Despite a complete lack of health codes in Asia…I really haven’t gotten sick that often.
We took a day trip to some Cham ruins near by in My Son. The Champa were a large group/still are a large group that reigned in the middle portion of Vietnam and Cambodia thousands of years ago. They made beautiful brick religious buildings…and lots of penis statues. Unfortuntely a lot of people chose to hide in the Cham temples for safety during the war, so the Americans blew a lot of them up, hoping to kill Vietcongs as well. Surely there’s a better way to get people that just going around dropping bombs on every single historical building in a country…what did the buildings do to you? Anyways, lovely wandering around, a long shady path back, but the unfortunate side effect to these cheap area tours…always getting stuck at the gratuitous “souvenir rest stop”. They must get kick backs or something, it is so annoying. But I guess I’ll trade 20 minutes of my time for a 4$ trip to ruins.
Back in Hoi An we checked out some traditional houses, ceramics museum, Japanese bridge, temples…the usual. All lovely and what not. But in order to continue our journey we headed up the road to Danang to catch a plane to Saigon. While we had been bumping along in buses on the ONE highway in Vietnam along the coast (its two lanes with no lights or lines) we were not enthusiastic about a 23 hour drive, sleeper bus or not. Instead 1 hour flight and voila Saigon (the Ho Chi Minh name thing just hasn’t really stuck with the population)

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Silk lantern shop and Asian tourists escaping the sweltering sun

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Hue, Vietnam

August 6 and 7

We took an overnight sleeper bus to Hue. Man, we should definitely travel like this in America. Every person gets their own little seat that allows their legs to be straight forward and for the back to lay completely down like a bed, two levels of these 3 rows with ladders to the top ones. It was bumpy but great, you can actually sleep on a 12 hour bus ride. We arrived in Hue, picked a hotel at random.

Checked out the Citadel. There is the regular city, fairly small, then this massive crumbling brick wall, every so often a gate leads into quiet, shady trees and old buildings. Inside is the old Imperial Palace, or what’s left of it after bombing during the war. Parts have soaring columns and intricate carvings and others are merely some tiles on the ground in a field. Climbing around trees and bushes, we stumble upon parts of houses and shrines, worn out dragons from a festival, wells, and fruit trees, dusty rooms with old furniture. It’s all open and free to be wandered, with occasional signs…this was the palace for the king’s mother…this is the palace for the king’s uncle…this is the palace for the king’s 3rd wife. Interestingly in the midst of all of this is a tennis court, perfectly fine. There is a small sign that notes, “the last Nguyen king reigned in the 1930’s…he had a love of tennis and we have successfully restored this portion of the palace”….great…number one on my list of ancient palace sites to fix….tennis courts…check. I suppose getting replacement tennis nets is a bit easier than say replacement, 14th century chairs.

While wandering the grounds (and Vietnam in general) you are endlessly inundated with “Miiiiisssss, Miiiiiiss, you want cyclo? One hour tour, very good, see whole city…Missssss you want? You want?” Eventually I am worn down, and there are some impending rain clouds…ok how much? “10$ I take you everywhere”……I snort…10$ is the entire cost of our hotel…is the cost of a 12 hour bus ride…or the cost of a ridiculously fancy dinner. No…I begin to walk away, as all good bargainers do. “Ok ok, misss, what you pay…I give you good price”…I’ll pay… 10,000d (50 cents). “Oh, no no no miss, I can make no profit”…..you pedal a cab, there is nothing but pure profit to make…this argument does not fly. Fine, walk away again…..”Ok, ok, miss, 10,000d is good….missssssss….missssss”….I’m already halfway home, this back and forth wears me out…no cyclo ride today, even if it is 50 cents.

In walking however you encounter the unique world of no sidewalks and lawless traffic…there are no road crossings, there are no traffic lights. Crossing the road in a car consists of blowing your horn and plowing through…walking…you merely step straight into the fray. Walk very slowly, so that everyone can drive around you while angrily honking. Little old ladies step straight into rush hour traffic without batting an eye and somehow make it across fine. It’s like real life frogger.

After a day or so of wandering we left to go to Hoi An, down the road a bit. Our life was a series of bus rides…

dragonbwSONY            - DSLR-A100 - 2009-08-06 12-04-08SONY            - DSLR-A100 - 2009-08-06 13-24-53SONY            - DSLR-A100 - 2009-08-06 12-46-19In one of the standing portions of the palace you could pay around 3 us$ to dress in traditional royal clothes and pose on a fake throne for photos. I could just imagine the original royal family freaking out over this tourist opportunity. Asians are so so afraid of ghosts…and well, this seems like prime angry ghost activity. But that little boy is damn cute.

SONY            - DSLR-A100 - 2009-08-06 13-21-11Grounds workers sleeping off the sweltering afternoon in a random hallway to nowhere.

SONY            - DSLR-A100 - 2009-08-06 12-57-43A crumbling house and small shrine on an island in the middle of a lotus pond, there used to be a bridge but it had since rotted away, so I could only stand on the stairs to the water taking pictures. I want to live on that tiny island!

SONY            - DSLR-A100 - 2009-08-06 13-25-59In the middle of a fountain was this giant construction of bonsai and rocks. However if you look really closely there are tiny cermic pagodas and in other photos I have there are little ceramic farmers with oxen. It’s its own imaginary lilliputian land. All I needed was some of my childhood barbies to add to the scene.

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