Long hair, long life, long banana !!!!!
Aug 23, 1996
The drive up to the top of the mountain for the view was good. Pity about the fog though. Down the other side was Hue. Once there was an imperial city that was meant to rival Beijing's. Maybe it did once, but between the US and the North Vietnamese, there is nothing left. We walked around the remains, it rained and we got soaking wet. We then moved onto the War Remnants museum. This was one of the most funniest museums we have ever seen. This comrade shot down a helicopter with this bow and arrow. It got better. We laughed and then contemplated going back out into the rain. So we did. The one bright spot that we did enjoy was a little café, here the family loved Lucy and myself. One day, the young girl said to me, " Long hair, you have long hair, long life, long banana " I asked about the guy on the other table. All she could say was "Short hair, short life, short banana"!!!!! We could have gone to see some burial tombs, but there was the rain to consider. The same for the DMZ tour. We would do this on our next trip to Hue the following year. We had a long trip ahead of us, so we booked our overnight bus trip for the journey into hell, hoping to be spat back out on the otherside in Hanoi
We arrived at Hoi An, as usual, Sinh Café, tried to put us in one of their hotels, but we like to share our money around amongst the people. It's a lovely little place. We grabbed some pushbikes and went to see the Japanese grave. We have also seen some of the old temples and the Japanese bridge. The whole town seems dead by 8:30 at night. Only tourists are around at this time. Come 5:00 in the morning, the traffic starts as everyone is off to market. The worst thing though about Hoi An though, we are here during low season and as the whole town is geared up with tailors, we are being chased everywhere by people with tape measures as they want to make us clothes !!!!! We have resisted though. We will wait till we come back. We managed to hire a scooter and we hit the major highway as we wanted to see the Cham ruins here. The danger though, in Vietnam, it is survival of the biggest. So we were being mad and overtaking as the way I see it, if you stick to the edge, you will be pushed off the roads and you will be wiped out. We made it to the Cham towers. The story goes is that they used to be complete, but the Americans became paranoid and thought that the North Vietnamese were using this place as a hideout, so they blew them up. After leaving, we went back north and rode up to Danang. Traffic here was mad. Follow a scooter and do everything he does and you will be safe. We visited the Cham museum. They have managed to save the good pieces, and they are here. It seemed to us, that after the sun in Saigon, the rain was following us.