Vietnam: A tale of three cities
Late afternoon, and the sun has burnished the lotus blossoms a deep, rich gold. I am alone except for a phalanx of stone warriors in Hue...
St. Petersburg Times
Except for the venerable Saigon Morin in Hue, I stayed in small, new hotels such as the Zephyr in Hanoi and the Elios in Saigon, both for under $100 a night. Vietnam also has many luxury hotels with big-city prices; you might want to stay in cheaper places but have a drink in the Metropole in Hanoi or the Continental in Saigon, both elegant vestiges of the colonial past.
Vietnamese government tourism office:
Vietnamese exhibitAn exhibition of Vietnamese art, with more than 100 objects never before seen in the U.S., will be at the Museum of Fine Arts in Houston next Sunday through Jan. 3. Called "Arts of Ancient Viet Nam: From River Plain to Open Sea," it includes items on loan from Vietnam's leading museums that have never before left the country. The show will move to New York and be on view at the Asia Society from Feb. 2 to May 2.
The Associated Press
Late afternoon, and the sun has burnished the lotus blossoms a deep, rich gold. I am alone except for a phalanx of stone warriors in Hue, Vietnam, forever guarding the emperor on his journey to the afterworld.
It was this serene, lovely place that the Emperor Minh Mang chose as the site for his tomb. Before he expired in 1841, the scholarly monarch often sat by the lake, writing poetry and, as a small plaque says, "beholding scenery."
Vietnam's natural beauty continually entices, from the karst islands of Ha Long Bay with their phantasmagorical shapes to the broad rivers flowing past lush tropical forests and rice fields of preternatural green.
Even as they slogged their way through an ultimately pointless war, American soldiers often marveled at the beauty around them. Now, more than a quarter of a century later, thousands of Americans are returning as tourists to a country so far removed yet so much a part of their own lives and of modern U.S. history.
Then there are first-time visitors like me. During a 10-day trip, I quickly realized why this still affordable country has become one of Asia's most popular destinations.
There is perhaps no better place to start than in Hanoi, the capital and sometime home of Vietnam's revolutionary leader, Ho Chi Minh. He was originally called Nguyen Sinh Cung but used dozens of names as he wandered from London to Paris to Moscow to Shanghai, searching for an ideological alternative to capitalism as practiced by corrupt colonial rulers.
He eventually settled on communism, although Ho Chi Minh said at heart he only wanted independence for his people. "It is patriotism, not communism, that inspired me," he famously said.
Today, Hanoi is Uncle Ho's town. A must-see is the Ho Chi Minh Museum, a striking edifice opened in 1990 that chronicles his life through photographs, newspaper clippings and a wealth of personal items, including his alarm clock, forever stopped at the exact time of his death in 1969 at age 79.
Nearby is the mustard-yellow Presidential Palace, once the official residence of Indochina's French governors. When North Vietnam won independence in 1954, Ho refused to move in, opting to stay in the gardener's quarters, then building a small stilt house overlooking a carp-filled lake.
You can still see the Royal typewriter on which he purportedly pecked out Vietnam's declaration of independence.
And you can still see Uncle Ho himself. Most mornings at 10, hundreds of visitors line up single file outside the enormous gray mausoleum that its humble occupant undoubtedly would have hated.
Vietnam being a fairly regimented country, anyone straying outside the line is politely but firmly nudged back into place by the ever-present guards. Then it's into the dimly lit tomb for a quick look at Ho's waxen corpse.
The mausoleum is in a section of Hanoi notable for its grandiose buildings and broad boulevards. Other areas are more intimate and walkable, assuming you can make it across the street without getting hit by one of Vietnam's 22 million motorbikes.
The city has many parks and lakes, including the one that Lt. Cmdr. John McCain ended up in when his Navy jet was shot down in 1967 during the Vietnam War.
His flight suit and parachute are on display at Hao Lo Prison, where the French once tortured Vietnamese revolutionaries and where the Vietnamese in turn tortured McCain and scores of other captive American pilots.
There's a good bit of propagandizing at Hao Lo from the photos on exhibit. You'd think the Americans spent their days happily playing cards and decorating Christmas trees.
A different view
From Hanoi it was on to Hue, the imperial city once home to Vietnam's emperors. I stayed in the Saigon Morin hotel, a splendid example of colonial architecture whose airy rooms have high ceilings and wrought-iron balconies.
It is easy to see why Hue is so popular with Vietnamese and foreigners alike. In the soft light of dawn, before motorbikes clog the streets and assault the eardrums, you can stroll along the Perfume River and watch early-risers do their graceful tai chi exercises.
As the sun rises, the river becomes a busy water highway plied by fishing vessels and colorful dragon boats chugging past huge floating sculptures shaped like lotus blossoms.
Hue is a United Nations World Heritage site, so designated because of its magnificent royal tombs and the Citadel, a 19th-century fortress where costumed actors now re-create the grandeur of the imperial past.
In 1968, the city also was the site of one of the fiercest battles of the Communist Tet Offensive, a major turning point of the war. American forces recaptured Hue after nearly a month.
Today, few reminders of what Vietnamese call "the American War" are to be found outside museums. The biggest is the War Remnants Museum in Ho Chi Minh City, formerly Saigon, where you'll find American tanks, aircraft and replicas of the dark, cramped cells in which Viet Cong prisoners were held. Photographs are displayed of Vietnamese horribly disfigured by Agent Orange, a potent defoliant sprayed by the U.S. military. All in all, however, I was disappointed in Saigon, as almost everyone still calls it. Little remains of its romantically tawdry colonial atmosphere. It's just another big, crowded Asian city, though minus the striking skylines of Hong Kong and Shanghai.
Fortunately, one of the survivors of times past is Ben Thanh, the giant indoor market that has been in operation since 1859. Sprawling over an area the size of a Walmart, it's a fine place to buy inexpensive Vietnamese silks and lacquerware.
After frenetic Saigon, it was good to move south to the delta of the Mekong River, Vietnam's rice bowl. For just $20, we rented a sampan and spent the next few hours gliding past floating markets and through narrow tributaries where women and boys searched for scallops in neck-deep water.
The maze of canals eventually led us to the mighty Mekong River itself as thunderstorms built far off to west, signaling the start of yet another monsoon season.
Thousands of Vietnamese and Americans once fought in this delta, but it has long since settled back into the timeless rhythms of nature. War, like the clouds, seemed very far away.
Copyright © The Seattle Times Company
Furniture & home furnishings
Adoption:Art Classes to Zoo Trips, Everythi...
AKC English Bulldog Puppy
Beautiful China Hutch
POST A FREE LISTING