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Good Morning Viet Nam

So we are in Viet Nam. It has been really fun. Here is what we did. The first day we went on a city orientation trip of Ho-Chi-Minh City. First we went to the National Museum of Viet Nam. It was the best. I say this because it’s all about people trying to conquer. Now don’t take that the wrong way. I like this because they had little models of clay men fighting. They also had elephants with cannons on their backs! Then we went back to the boat.

The next day we went with a field program to Hanoi and Ha long Bay. Oh, and it is almost Tet which happens to be their biggest holiday, so we got up at 3:30 am to go to the airport. Then when we got to Hanoi we went straight to the Temple of Literature. Next we went to the Hanoi Hilton prison. Then we drove to Ha long Bay, checked into a nasty hotel (bad tour operator; bad), and the next morning we took a boat ride.

The boat ride had the best food of the trip and the prettiest sights (you will see in the pictures). Then we went back to Hanoi. We went to dinner and an eye appealing water puppet show (my mom told me to be more descriptive). Then we stayed at a really nice hotel (I mean the polar opposite from the last one). Then we went to the old town and got pho and French bread sandwiches. Then we went to a nasty flower market and an old village. Then to the airport to wait and wait. Oh and guess what’s next? — More waiting. Then we boarded after a gate change and a 25 minute delay. A VIP plane had to take off before us. Ok, so we made it back to Ho-Chi-Minh City. Now Joe and I are sitting in a dark room writing our blogs. Please help! We are locked in and getting bitten by rabbits and ligers (lion/tiger)…………. Oh God! They got Joe; he’s gone; it’s all over; tell my story………………

Joe’s Viet Nam


We were in Viet Nam. First we went to a museum about Viet Nam’s history of war. Next we went to the palace where the French lived when they had power over Viet Nam. Then we went to a church; it was pretty. The next day we went to the Temple of Literature: it was the first school for a long time. Then we went to the Hanoi Hilton prison; it was terrifying. PRISONERS COULD NOT SPEAK. FOR SOME THIS WAS NINE AND A HALF YEARS. NINE AND A HALF! [the evil French] We then went to a very bad hotel; it had hair in the bath, but the worst thing of all is they lied about having HBO.

The next day we went on a boat [it was not the MV Explorer]. We went to a cool island that looked like Berk. On the island we went up 200 steps into a cave, but it had lights and a fountain. We also saw A FOSSIL OF A FISH.

We then went to see a water puppet show with cats, men, turtles and AWESOMENESS. The next day we went to a mausoleum and we saw Ho-Chi-Minh’s body and where he lived. Then we went to a flower market: it was nice but really muddy. Then we went to an old town [not too good]. Then we went back to the ship.

[PS five night’s at Freddy’s 3]

Emotional trip to Vietnam

Hello from Saigon, where I am spending my last day in Vietnam on the ship, grading student assignments. What to say about our visit here? I know the boys are detailing what we did so maybe I will comment on the emotional side of things. First, even our pre-arrival was emotional. Prior to arrival, we had an evening where we heard from several faculty members: two who served in Vietnam, and one who did not have his draft number come up. Their stories were very emotional and powerful, and set the stage for the visit, albeit from a distinctly American angle.

Saigon (officially Ho Chi Minh City) was our first stop. We entered the Mekong Delta and then sailed up the Saigon river. The initial views of rural agriculture gave way to a really busy urban scene in Saigon. The first day here we took a small orientation tour, then had a day to ourselves to explore. Frankly, none of us dealt very well with the chaos. Crossing the street here is harrowing, and traffic lights (or a traffic system of any kind) are few and far between. The advice we were given was to follow the locals across the street, and to walk confidently into the traffic and never hesitate. This advice worked pretty well until we were faced with a 6 lane road with no traffic signals (and no locals) that we had to get across to return to the ship. After some hesitation on our part, an elderly man came out from his shop to lead us all across the road, simply walking straight out into 3 lanes each way of crazy jumbled bus, scooter, and car traffic. After getting us safely across, in a bizarre reverse boy-scout helping the elderly cross the street move, he smiled and calmly walked back out into it to return back. We were hot, culture-shocked, and tired.

But then we flew up to northern Vietnam to visit Hanoi and Ha Long Bay. Our guide (Bik) was incredible, and honestly, she made the visit for us. She told us the history of Vietnam through the eyes of her family. Her grandfather worked for the French in the north, living in a huge house that is now the German embassy, with 5 kids, including Bik’s mom, who lived in luxury until she was 9. Then the house was taken by the communists; the family had to walk south for 2 months when the north was divided from the south and had to leave one of the kids behind with family because she was too young to walk (this girl was Bik’s mom). Because Bik’s grandfather was one of the few literate people (Vietnamese people had 99% illiteracy under the French) the Americans had him on a list, and he had to work for them. When they left, he had tickets for the American airlift helicopters, but decided to stay and help build the country. Bad mistake: he ended up in a re-education camp. After 3 years in a camp, he was released and along with one son became one of the “boat people” who eventually made it to Hong Kong, after 45 days at sea. He spent years in a refugee camp, and was eventually accepted to the US. Now he (at 95) and the entire family lives in California, except Bik’s mom, who still feels betrayed to have been left behind in Hanoi. But they are allowed to come and visit her… what a story! Now, born in 1980, Bik is in the first Vietnamese generation since the Chinese arrived about 1000 years ago to have lived entirely without war. Let’s hope that always remains the case.

I’m including some pictures that show the calm and grace, along with the chaos and confusion, that make up the country. I finally learned how to shrink the size of the pictures to be able to email-blog with pictures – hope the quality looks okay to readers.

On another note, although it seems ages ago, it hasn’t been that long since we left Japan. The ship’s videographer came along with my Consumer Behavior Field lab as we took our learning to a Kobe beef farm and a sake brewery. If you are interested in viewing it, there is a 2.5 minute video here: