Today I go to the War Remnants Museum.
Direct beeline to the War Museum via motorcycle taxi. Spent four hours there. Four hours staring into the innards of war and horror. Tough time but well worth the journey.
I took but one picture of the consequences of the uses of dioxins in Vietnam. I took that one picture only because glare made it impossible to see. You can google for your own images. The so-called Rainbow Herbicides (including Agent Orange) were fucked. Just fucked. Let’s not do that again.
On my way leaving the museum I took another rest on a bench near the tanks. (I took a few rests due to emotional fatigue.) On the next bench over were some Vietnamese, three sisters and a guy. We talked for a bit before I departed for a nearby park.
Leaving the War Remnants Museum I found this gem of a crosswalk. You really have to wonder about the theoretical framework of these street planners.
The park turns out is a sculpture garden of some magnitude.
I passed a couple where she was learning to make the owl whistle with her hands. I showed I know it. She is progressing nicely. He can get chromatic tones by wiggling each finger.
Met a French woman travelling Vietnam with her father. We talked for a while. Never pass up an opportunity to practice your languages.
Across the street was another park with this strange miniature model rock mountain.
Back out on the street. Now heading toward a canal which may have restaurants and shops lining both sides.
These things are all over the city, some various bits of metal (like rebar) jutting out of the sidewalk and bent over, I guess for safety.
Walking along the canal many wanted pictures taken.
After taxi-biking back, B and I went in search of some food.
And this settles the day. Maybe I’ll continue to randomly add images. You can never guess these things in advance.