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Published: February 13th 2010
It was fortunate we weren't too hungover as we had a lot to pack in today. Went for breakfast at 11am at Bobby Brewers then got push-bike carts to the War Remnants Museum. The two old men who took us there conveniently forgot the museum shuts over lunch so when we arrived at 12, we were told we'd have to wait for an hour and a half to get in. Most taxi drivers would know this surely?
Went for a fruit shake in a coffee shop not far away then went back at 1.30. They had planes, tanks, hellicopters and rocket launchers outside, and photos with captions on the walls inside the building. Some of the photos were particularly sad. One photo, of an old man crouched down looking frightened, brought tears to my eyes. The photographer quoted in the caption below that he'd asked the soldiers to hold fire while he took the snap. He heard gunshots when he walked away.
There were photos of deformed children who were affected by Agent Orange, which was sprayed on the jungles to kill crops and prevent soldiers from hiding. There was also a deformed foetus kept in liquid inside a glass box
but I couldn't look at it. I've also not taken photographs of the pictures in the museum as they are too sad to look at.
There was a lot to see, but unfortunatly I don't think the museum told the story of the war very well, nor did it seem to have a logical sequence to the artifacts shown. It therefore didn't grab my attention as much as the S21 Museum in Cambodia.
We walked to the next tourist attraction called the Reunification Palace (or the Independence Palace) which was the home and workplace of the President of South Vietnam during the Vietnam War. In my opinion it was a total waste of time. The ground floor consisted of a few conference rooms, but as a PA I've seen more conference rooms than you can shake a Presentation Pointer at; and trust me, they were nothing special. The upstairs had numerous bedrooms and a dining room, but they'd stripped it of anything of interest. There were no ornaments, or books to make it looked lived in. Even the beds didn't have bed clothes on it so the mattresses were bare. It was severly boring and we were so pleased we
hadn't hired a tour guide, who seemed to be trudging poor tourists around boring them to tears.
Had a late lunch in Highlands Coffee then walked to the Post Office, an old impressive building. Had a chilled evening, in preparation for travelling to Australia tomorrow. Enjoyed a chicken salad for dinner and stopped by an internet cafe before heading home for an early night. For some reason we couldn't sleep though. Maybe it was excitment for the next part of our journey, but probably more like the dread of our 13hour wait at Bangkok airport.
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