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January 07, 2005

Hanoi 3 : So famous they named a city after him.

We headed for the Museum again, only halfway there did we remember it's strange opening times. So we had a few hours to kill. Dave headed for a large lake north of the city, whilst I headed to the old quarter to look around the shops. I was getting concerned with the old T-shirt tan line and so bought a sleeveless t-shirt and then went to check out the communist memorabilia. There was nothing special.

As I walked back toward the museum I was accosted by the same taxi bike rider as the day before. His opening line then was the same as now, 'Where you from'. Saying England had brought a lot of stuff about ManU and David Beckham. So this second time I said 'Latvia'. that shut him up for all of two seconds. I just ignored him until he grabbed my shoulder, then I made sure he left me alone.

I nipped into the Military History museum enroute, for an hour of Anti-French and Anti-American memorabilia, as well as some rather dull pieces on Ho Chi Minh. I wandered off the beaten path a little and a rather beefy woman in full uniform raced after me and showed me the correct path.

I met Dave outside the Ho Chi Minh museum and we headed in. The dull pieces on Ho Chi Minh at the Military Museum should have been a warning of what to expect. The life and times of Ho Chi Minh may be of interest to some people, but not to me.

When we got back to the guesthouse we collected our bags and waited for our bus. A bloke came and collected us as well as others from guesthouses up and down the street before walking us to the main road where a bus waited. It was already full. The organisers had a typical South East Asian conversation at the top of their lungs and another bus was called. This but was 'Same Same But Different'. They filled this one aswell. The only spare seat was next to me.

On the buses and through Vietnam we would see a lot of familiar faces. Dave was sat next to a Swiss girl called Ariane, behind him sat two Scottish girls.

It was the early hours of the morning before I could get to sleep. It was raining when we got to Hue.

Posted by Lee on January 7, 2005 12:51 PM
Category: Vietnam
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