Trip Start Apr 08, 2005
47Trip End Feb ????
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My Art House Hotel
We searched out a place called the My My Art House Hotel. It is in the backpacker area down a little back alley. The alley looks unsavoury, but it is just full of houses with families belting out Kareoke at all hours of the day and night. We were so glad we found it. Hanh, the manager, is just mental. She hugged T when we decided to stay and the next night she moved us into a bigger room because "I like you more than the other two" and booted a German couple into the box room. She also introduced us to a local delicacy: boiled fertilised duck egg. They are best when they are ten to fifteen days old but can be eaten upto 25 days old. It looked like a mini duck, no bones. Luckily we have both been vegetarians since China so we politely declined the offer to try some.
You never quite understood what Hahn said and you were never sure that she understood you, but that never seemed to be that important
The Cu Chi tunnels are worth a visit and even better when your guide looks like Jackie Chan. The tunnels have been made wide enough for fat western tourists, but even so they are still hot, dark and more than a little claustrophobic. Made even more real by the sound of people firing off AK47 and M16 clips not far away. Quite a haunting experience. The Viet Cong were hardy little fellows and bloody sneaky.
The War Museum is an excercise in anti-American propoganda. The photographs are obviously real and heart-wrenching, the captions that go with them make you think. They also refer to it as the "American" War regardless of the fact that the Americans arrrived 2 years after it started and left 2 years before it finished. Anyway it seems the Americans still have not learnt from it, expect to see a similar museum in Iraq in a few years.
Definitely worth visiting the tunnels and the museum, even though it makes you feel despondent that this is still going on in places in the 21st Century.
From here it was time to travel somehow to Cambodia. We chose the boat. Oops...