namaste' my journey...

While in Saigon we went to the war museum, which I have to say being an American is very hard to take.  It is amazing to me how warm and friendly these people are to Americans after all that we have done to these people and their country.  Made me sad once again to be an American.  It is was very warming to me to see how forgiving the Vietnamese are.  They truly are amazing.  I did not take pictures here as I just did not feel right doing so.  Next we headed to the Cu Chi tunnels, these are tunnels that they built to live in, fight from and hide from the Americans during the war.  This was one of the worst places for the Americans to fight due to all the traps that were made.  These tunnels are tiny.  The brains and the patience behind building these tunnels was/is remarkable.  They had everything form a hospital underground to meeting rooms to a kitchen that they had they smoke travel thru three different compartments before coming out a tiny hole so the smoke would not be noticed by the enemy troops.  We got to crawl through some of the tunnels it was strange to be where people were actually hiding and a war was happening there.  I could not help but think of all the souls of all those fallen soldiers that must be around that area.  We got back on the bikes feeling a bit morbid and heading to my tho we crossed the new bridge which was a beautiful site for such a sad solemn day.