The museum was really unusual. The first floor featured an exhibition of photographs taken by a famous Australian journalist who really embedded himself in Vietnam politics and wars. This part of the museum was moving, and made both of us cry.
|the Ho Chi Minh Museum|
|girl soldiers, ready to fight for Vietnam|
|these two held off the enemy (which would be us, I assume)|
|Hanoi Hanna, who tried daily to convince the American soldiers that their cause would fail, and was unjust|
|Uncle Ho, with the characteristic twinkly eye|
|ok, this one made me cry. This old man was watching the American bombs starting to drop from the sky.|
|I mean, I really like Guernica, a lot, but I have no idea why this large exhibit was in the Ho Chi Minh Museum.|
|it was a very bizarre floor.|
|like, very bizarre. what the hell was this about, i wonder?|
|Ho Chi Minh lived and worked in this lovely house in the early 1950s. We bought cheap slickers to deal with the rain; mine was pink and Marc's was lime green, which he worried made him look like a girl. :)|
|live guards (complete with ceremonial changing-of) at the mausoleum. He's not even there right now!|
|to better live the way his people lived, HCM left his lovely house and lived in this little house on stilts. still pretty sweet, if you ask me.|
|some of HCM's "used cars." that's what the sign said.|
|the Presidential Palace, pretty grand.|
I spent yesterday afternoon and evening trying to get the photos uploaded to this post; the internet connection became spotty at best, so I'm finishing this from the island of Borneo (whee!!). More on the travel day in the next post.