My hostess bought me a breakfast of com – broken rice.
She said it would give us ‘the power’ to tour all day. It was a meal and a half.
First she took me to the War Remnants Museum. It starts with photos and poster in support of North Vietnam from around the world (including a sit-in at Myer’s Park). But there were a large number in German:
They have some ordnance and captured American weapons – and I don’t think they know how rare they are. There are several experimental types
They have a large selection of photos in an exhibition called Requiem – they were all taken by photographers that dies in the war.
The rest of the museum has info on the effects of bombing, ‘war crimes’, and the effects of defoliants – including some preserved deformed foetuses.
Outside there are several American aircraft, tanks and weapons
From there we went in to town. The main market is the same as any market in SE Asia and can happily be missed. We went to see the French architecture. My hostess wondered why I would want to see an old building.
From there it was off to the
Palace of Kitsch Independence Palace
Built 1962-66 and left nearly as it was in 1975. It’s all crazy paving and pebbledash and shag pile carpets. My hostess wondered why I took so many photos. Not shown is the indoor pistol range. I think I will use it as a blueprint for my house.
Now on to the good stuff
This is the penthouse bar and dance floor. But it is also where the last Iroquois took off in 1975 before the tanks came through the gate on 30 April 1975. People were hanging off the skids, being pushed out when the chopper was too heavy to take off, falling back here. But there’s no note of that now – just 2 marks showing where someone bombed on 8 April 1975.
From the roof we descended to the basement. In true 60s style it is a bomb-proof bunker.
And finally . . . THE WAR ROOM:
From here we looked at the tanks that smashed through the gates of capitalism
From here we went to the Women’s Museum. Crap! All clapped out (not that I think it was ever un-clapped) and extremely biassed. It decries the Americans for bombing women and children, then goes on to show how ‘heroic’ so many women and children were, and how clever they were at hiding military resources in civilian buildings.
Then we zoomed back to my homestay.
This time dinner was a very agreeable wonton soup, followed by about a kg of rambutan fruit.