Wednesday, 1 August 2012

War - What Is It Good For?

It is virtually impossible to visit Vietnam and not be reminded that this is a country that was dominated by war for 30 years of the previous century.... a conflict that began with the communists fighting French colonial power in the 1940s and did not end until they seized Saigon and took control of the whole country in 1975. The period that Americans refer to as the "Vietnam War", and the Vietnamese call the "American War", was the US military intervention from 1965 to 1973.

The Hanoi government estimates that in 21 years of fighting, four million civilians were killed across North and South Vietnam, and 1.1 million communist fighters died. United States figures covering the American phase record 200-250,000 South Vietnamese soldiers killed and 58,200 US soldiers dead or missing in action. (Data source: The BBC)




It is not my intention to offend anyone with this post or the one that follows. Nor is it my intention to pass judgement on anyone who took part in the conflict. I am not someone who believes in using violence to settle an argument and I do not think that going to war is the solution to any of the world's problems. However, I also do not think it is right to condemn the individual soldiers that take part in any military campaign - they are just doing their job, and obeying orders from above.

There are always two sides to every conflict. Atrocities are committed on both sides, but it is the victors who write the history books. On our first evening in Vietnam, our guide (who was born after the end of the war, but hails from the North and married into a family from the South) told us that "Truth is the first casualty of Peace." I think what he was trying to say is, "Take everything you see or read about the war in Vietnam with a pinch of salt." And there is a definite bias towards portraying the North Vietnamese army in the best possible light - as the brave but benevolent victors compared to the "cowardly, puppet South Vietnamese" and their unwelcome Western allies. 


I hope that anyone reading this will appreciate it as a record of what I saw of the war memorabilia in Vietnam in terms of its historical interest, and not think that I am making any type of statement on who was right and who was wrong in a conflict that was virtually over before I was even born. I have long deliberated over posting on this aspect of my trip, but I have decided to share my photos and narrative, as, after all, this blog is a record of my life and my experiences. 


Some people may think that Vietnam is today "cashing in" on their war, making money by charging tourists to gawp at the remnants of a violent past. Perhaps they are, but then again, can you really blame them? 

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Hoa Lo Prison
First stop, the notorious Hoa Lo Prison in Hanoi. Later sarcastically known to American prisoners of war as the "Hanoi Hilton", the prison was used by the French colonists for political prisoners and later by North Vietnam to house and interrogate captured servicemen, mostly American pilots shot down during bombing raids. Probably the most famous POW inmate during the American War was US Senator and 2008 Republican presidential nominee John McCain. On 26 October 1967, he was flying his 23rd bombing mission over North Vietnam when his A-4E Sky hawk was shot down by a missile over Hanoi. McCain fractured both arms and a leg ejecting from the aircraft, and nearly drowned when he parachuted into Truc Bach Lake. He spent over 5 years as a POW and was released on 14 March 1973. His flight suit is on display in the museum and a picture of him visiting the prison in 2000.


Hoa Lo Prison


Visitor Rules
Note #3 - Certainly not a place of much 'frolicking' either in the past or present. 
A rather sombre experience, overall.


Bronze relief depicting the suffering of the Vietnamese political prisoners under French rule










My verdict: The Museum at Hoa Lo tries hard to portray their own "fair and humane" treatment of the American servicemen to be in stark contrast to the terrible fate the Vietnamese suffered under the French. Let's just say I found the exhibits in that section of the museum to be somewhat stretching the truth.....


Củ Chi Tunnels
The tunnels of Củ Chi are an immense network of connecting underground tunnels located in the Củ Chi district of Ho Chi Minh City (Saigon), and are part of a much larger network of tunnels that underlie much of the country. The Củ Chi tunnels were the location of several military campaigns during the Vietnam War, and were the Viet Cong's base of operations for the Tết Offensive in 1968.

The tunnels were dug with simple tools and bare hands during the French occupation in the 1940s, and further expanded  in the 1960s to provide refuge and a defensive advantage over the American soldiers. The Viet Cong used these underground routes to house troops, transport communications and supplies, lay booby traps and mount surprise attacks, after which they could disappear underground to safety. To combat these guerrilla tactics, US and South Vietnamese forces trained soldiers known as "tunnel rats" to navigate the tunnels in order to detect booby traps and enemy troop presence.

Now part of a Vietnam War memorial park, the tunnels have become a popular tourist attraction. Visitors can crawl through some of the safer (now enlarged) areas of the tunnels, view command centres and booby traps, fire an AK-47 rifle on a firing range and even eat a meal featuring typical foods that soldiers living in the tunnels would have eaten.



I should really have heeded the "Visitors are afraid of darkness and narrow place" warning!
I had to come out almost immediately, overwhelmed by claustrophobia.


Concealed entrance to the tunnels





Inside the tunnels


Mannequins of Viet Cong soldiers








Booby traps














My verdict: Rather a surreal experience overall... walking through the hot jungle with tour guides dressed as Viet Cong fighters, the sound of gunshot growing ever louder as we got closer and closer to the firing range. I did not enjoy being down in the tunnels for even one moment, and was frankly horrified by the collection of booby traps on display. 


The ridiculously loud noise from the firing range - located right next to the cafe - did not seem to bother this chilled out kitty!


Next post: The War Remnants Museum, The Reunification Palace and Rex Hotel, Saigon.


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War, it ain't nothing
But a heartbreaker
War, friend only to the undertaker
Ooooh, war
It's an enemy to all mankind
The point of war blows my mind
War has caused unrest
Within the younger generation
Induction then destruction
Who wants to die
Aaaaah, war-huh
Good God y'all
What is it good for
Absolutely nothing
Say it, say it, say it
War, huh
What is it good for
Absolutely nothing
{Edwin Starr - War}

Sunday, 29 July 2012

The Best of British



A big bell, William Blake, Brunel (played by Branagh), Burners-Lee, Bond, Mr Bean, The Beatles, Bohemian Rhapsody, bouncing beds, balloons, bicycles, Becks and "Betty" .... bloody brilliant Boyle, but perhaps just a bit bizarre and baffling to much of the world's audience. Just what was Slumdog Millionaire's director, Danny Boyle, trying to portray with his 'Isles of Wonder' Olympic opening ceremony? 


If you missed the point, read more about it here and here.

For me, the very best bits of an inspired event were....



The impressive industrial scene, slightly reminiscent of Tolkien's 'Mordor', during which the Olympic rings were "cast", then rose up to merge into the Olympic logo. Spectacular!









Then bumbling Mr Bean on the keyboard with the London Symphony Orchestra....



.... high jacking the great "Chariots of Fire"!




Not forgetting the Queen's cameo role, being stirred but not shaken by Bond... James Bond.... before she "parachuted"  into the Olympic stadium......








And that grin on Beck's face from the back of the speedboat, ferrying the Olympic Torch on its final leg of the 70-day tour of the British Isles....







...before the lighting of that magnificent cauldron by aspiring young athletes - the next generation of Olympians, nominated by previous generations of Olympians .... 







Read more about "Betty" (code name for the cauldron) over here


Other nice touches were acknowledging the Suffragette Movement - this being the first Olympics in which every participating country includes women in its team; paying tribute to the nurses of the National Health Service, and the wonderful work of Great Ormond Street Children's Hospital, and a pause to remember the casualties of both World Wars and the victims of the July 2005 London bombings.










I found the whirlwind tour of Britain's pop culture a bit disjointed and chaotic, and I was not too struck by the illustration of the social networking evolution (Girl meets Boy via Facebook), on the back of the tribute to the British inventor of the World Wide Web, Tim Berners-Lee.





Of course, with 204 countries taking part, the athletes passing out parade was always going to take a while. I passed the time playing the "Been there! Been there! Going there! Born there! Lived there! Didn't know that was even a country!" game until Team GB finally made their appearance in... er... rather Elvis jumpsuitesque outfits!




I do wonder what Her Majesty made of it all....






Photos obviously not my own

Did you watch the Opening Ceremony? If so, what did you think?

Tuesday, 24 July 2012

Notes From Nat


Dear Men of Great Britain

Yes… that great ball of fire in the sky these past few days is indeed the long lost Sun. Yes, we have endured 89 days of nonstop torrential rain, and so yes, it is truly a marvellous sight to behold. Slightly less of a marvellous sight to behold, though, is all that flabby, white flesh out on display, in your desperate attempts to catch every last ray of sunshine. I am a firm believer in the health benefits of Vitamin D myself… but four words, gentlemen: Cod Liver Oil Capsules. You can find them at your local pharmacy… and while you’re there, please pick up some sunscreen. Otherwise you’re all going to end up transforming yourselves from 50 Shades of Pale into a uniform (and very unattractive) Boiled Lobster Red.

Better yet, unless you look like this…..




Keep your shirt on, man!


………

Dear Virgin Media

We have quite a history…. you and me. A lot of water under the bridge… a lot of my hard earned money going into your bank account in exchange for what you claim is the fastest, most reliable broadband service in the galaxy... though quite how I could ever prove that I would love to know, since I can’t even connect to my local office, let alone communicate with the Wide Wide World. Is that the logic behind Sir Dicky Branson’s quest for space tourism… so that he can extend his piss poor internet service into Infinity and Beyond? Seriously, this is all getting a bit boring now… you forever messing me around by dropping my connection, almost without fail on the day that I have a humungous deadline at work. 




I’ve worked out how to circumvent your incredibly unhelpful Help Line (is that your attempt at irony by the way?) by selecting the “If you are thinking of leaving us, press 5" option when I phone up to complain, yet again, that you are in breach of contract. You always answer that line immediately, don’t you? I reckon I’m flagged up as “Difficult Customer #1”, always passed onto the Technical Manager or the Senior Technician or some other Big Cheese. Listen, I will happily talk to Sir Tricky Dicky himself….if you will just give me a frikking reliable connection that does not drop off like clockwork at 4 pm every day, just around the time half the population feels the urge to post "What I am like having for tea -  LOL!" on Facebook.

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Dear Travel Clinic

I see what you're doing.... playing on Nat's paranoia and phobia of catching some horrendous tropical disease abroad. And I've played along... typhoid, polio, diptheria, typhoid again, hep A, hep B.... you name it, I've had the jab! But rabies... in Thailand??? You mean to say there is a rabid monkey population just waiting to sink their teeth into me the second I set foot onto the tropical island paradise of the Gulf of Thailand? OK, OK.... stick it my left arm....

That is all.


Photos not my own.

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Some explanatory notes for the Notes From Nat:

 Unless you’ve been… ahem… otherwise tied up (in which case you already know all there is to know and don’t need any further “educational reading”)… the erotic novel 50 Shades of Grey (and the follow-up 50 Shades Darker and 50 Shades Freed) has been causing quite a stir, outselling Harry Potter and making their author a very wealthy woman. To be honest, I haven’t read the book... yet, but I now feel obliged to, purely for scientific research purposes of course, to see what all the darn fuss is about!


Sir Richard  Branson is an English business magnate, best known for his Virgin Group of more than 400 companies.


 Yes, I'll be travelling to Thailand in the near future... well, I have to use up the excessive quantities of Deet bug spray and Factor 80 sunscreen left over from the Vietnam and Cambodia trip. And I'm itching to go back to SE Asia....

Monday, 16 July 2012

Eight-legged Freaks

Arachnokarma. Believe me, it happens.

Spend the morning confining to the bottom of your Dyson cylinder the lifeless bodies of hundreds of itsy, bitsy, teeny little spiders that had taken up residence in your kitchen blind, you can expect later that same day to look up into the malevolent eyes of the big, fat, hairy Daddy of all spiders…lurking on your car windscreen visor, while you’re gunning down the fast lane of the M25.







Nat: Houston....we have a problem!

B (driving): What sort of problem?

Nat: The sort that involves a great big hairy spider dangling just above your head!

B (turning a slightly paler shade of grey): Well, just flick it away!

Nat: With what exactly?

B: I dunno.... your hand?

Nat (wondering why, after 17 years of living with a woman who turns into an hysterical, shrieking banshee every time she spots the teeniest spider, this man could even joke that said hysterical woman would touch a great big hairy, scary spider!): Are you insane?????!!!!

B: Well use your water bottle, then. I can't do anything... I'm driving.

Nat (shaking violently but somehow mustering the strength to grasp the water bottle and use it to bat the enormous, deadly looking spider across to HER side of the car!): Cr*p! Now it's on the window! MY WINDOW!

B: So wind down the window and shove it out!

Nat: NOOOOOOOO! It will jump on me!

B: And I can't drive with you sitting in my lap like this!

Nat: Pull over!!!

B: I can't! There's no hard shoulder...

Nat: Pull over, right now!!!!!

B brings the car to an emergency stop at the side of the road. Nat opens the door and leaps out, to witness the gigantic, hairy, venomous spider being summarily dismissed from the car.

Nat: He's trying to crawl back inside! Kill him! Kill him! Kill him!!!!

B: Just get back in the car, woman! You're going to get yourself killed!

Why does he always have to be such a Drama Queen....?!


One of my favourite fridge magnets by Rose Rigden

Wednesday, 11 July 2012

On Yer Bike!

Back to my Vietnam photos...

What? You thought you'd seen them all by now? Nope, still quite a few to show.....





The scooter is the primary means of transport in Vietnam's cities, and there are millions of them! Apparently, 5 million in Ho Chi Minh City alone.

Entire families ride on them....










And carry their shopping...




Or floral tributes....




Or ladders....




Or even their pets!




Some lucky riders have a deluxe model....





And some just use theirs to chill out....