Memories of Viet Nam

This isn't a candid shot -- the cutie was posing.

Hey, Wilson,
If a picture is worth 1,000 words, here are more than 60,000 words which you can speed read, plus a few additional captions and sub-headlines, just in case the picture might need some explaining. By the time you get to the end, you'll know why I plan to go back to Hanoi. It's an affordable destination, the people are friendly, and the country has a rich history and a stunning landscape. And they love the One World Futbol.
Enjoy!

Second night: As quickly as a monsoon flood filled this alley up to the hotel steps, it was gone.

Vietnam is the world's fourth largest rice exporter, behind China, India and Indonesia.

Many of those North Face and Puma articles people purchase are made in Vietnam.

She made that scarf on the loom she is operating.

Flower, my one-legged tour guide, gave me this. She makes the pop-up cards to pad her income.

Hanoi views

A night shot from the May de Ville Hotel, looking out on Hoan Kiem Lake.

Breakfast buffet at the hotel, which charged $50 per night for two and includes a swimming pool.

Front and back view of a bill worth about $5 American.  And yes, that's Ho Chi Minh.

Ho's mausoleum.

The photo above is where Ho's body lies pickled, just as the bodies of Lenin and Stalin were displayed near Moscow's Red Square. He wanted to have his ashes distributed throughout Vietnam, we were told, but the state preferred to display his body, which requires occasional maintenance.

Military men march in the vicinity of Ho's mausoleum.

Monsoon rain pours off awnings and onto the narrow streets of Hanoi.

Hanoi has a women's museum which features heroes of war and matrimony.

This pagoda is famous for perching on a single post.

Inside the one-post pagoda

Outside the one-post pagoda

A strategic bridge of the American war is now a relic.

Hanoi is a city of rivers and lakes, so bridges are critical. This bridge (above) was strategic for moving munitions during the American war, so it was bombed repeatedly. And repeatedly the Vietnamese put it back into operation. Now it is so rickety that it is no longer used.

With the cocktail, the meal costs less than $8 American.

This narrow street is lit with strings of lights at night.

Night: Time to get out on the street and commune with friends, snacking and sitting on tiny stools.

Drummer and dragon dance. The boy hopes money will be thrown into his basket. 

In an urban monastery, he plays ancient tunes on a flute while she drums the bamboo xylophone.

Afterward she shows a tourist how to play the instrument. Bamboo rods provide the tones.

National Day

Sept. 2 is Vietnam's equivalent to the Fourth of July. Some streets are blocked off along Hoan Kiem Lake, and they are filled with families and friends strolling together. If the faces didn't look Asian, you could imagine you were in America.

The mother is trying to photograph her son in front of some flowers.

Everyone wants to be on the bridge over part of Hoan Kiem Lake.

This monastery rests on a small island in Hoan Kiem Lake.

He's playing Red River Valley on that banjo, the instrument African slaves brought to America.

Mai Hich--The first village for our medical mission.

On the floor of a river valley a concrete road takes us past the rice fields into Mai Hitch.

 

They were cheerful, friendly, and apparently used to foreigners. What do they think as we pass?

Our receiving line as we arrived.

Unloading the tooth brushes and other medical supplies.

Raising the banner for the health clinic, at the community center.

On the village playground, both girls and boys were active participants.

Curious children were eager to meet the strangers.

Our "stadiometer" for measuring height was built of post-it notes held in place by medical tape.

A pre-adolescent works her embroidery as she watches the clinic activities.

Second village -- Cun Pheo

With cell towers, remote villages aren't so remote any more.

Men slept at one end of our loft; women, at the other, protected by mosquito nets.

The home-stay had a fancy schmancy pig sty. with cement columns.

A  vendor rode his cycle to the house, offering food for sale, and--in this photo--fish oil.

On the left, a grapefruit-like plant. The bananas, right, were put out for us on the bottom floor.

Dau Thi Thu, a member of the Buffalo Tours group that supported and facilitated our clinics, introduced Jean Baptiste, my One World (mini) Futbol and traveling companion to a village infant. That  little "Mohawk" topknot seems to be typical for male babies.

In the photo below, a rather large moth, with at least an 8-inch wingspan, sleeps on the frame of the facility where we stayed. There were geckos on the building useful for culling smaller insects, but none of them seemed large enough to seriously consider attacking this enormous creature.

A squat toilet. They don't accommodate paper, hence the wastebasket in the corner.

"Bloody Mary's chewin' betel nut. . ." It stains the teeth black and is slightly addictive, we were told.

It's not hard to figure this out -- it's a chart for forest fire risk, just like the ones stateside.

A meal served up at our going away party.

Our medical team squeezed in a group selfie; our leader, John Phillips, got crunched in the smoosh.

On our last night, there were many rice wine toasts

One of our final views of Cun Pheo -- the lumber mill.

The ancient city of Lau Lu

After the medical missions were over and our team had left the country, I took some time for an excursion to Lau Lu, Vietnam's ancient capital dating to 800 BC. It was situated in what has been referred to as "Ha Long Bay with rice fields." The impressive karst topography of upward thrusting limestone rocks -- which created natural defenses from invasion -- rise from the land instead of the sea. Through these fields flows the Ngo Dong river, and I believe it is on that river that are located the three caves, (or "Tam Coc"), which are plied by women with boats they propel and steer with their feet. How do they do that?

This roof design indicates a facility for a young emperor-to-be, I believe.

I dodged this "obstacle," unaware it was a photo op to sit on the buffalo for a couple of bucks.

If you are going to grow rice, it helps to be somewhere that has lots of water--Lots of water!

Never mind the umbrella -- I have trouble enough rowing with my hands

She makes it look effortless.

Well, Wilson,
I hope you've enjoyed going along with us--vicariously, at least. There will be more stories to tell in my next travels to distribute One World Futbols.

Love,
Robert, and Jean Baptiste