Flight from HCMC to Hua. People were amazed to be above the city lights and so crowded to the windows for a glimpse. It was a little prop. plane. No thanks, but I suppose I couldn’t really choose!
It’s cold here. Drizzling as I wait for my bag to come out.
Tomorrow I’m off, by bus, to Vinh Moc. It’s where the most impressive Vietnamese tunnels from the war were dug. They exist just north of the ironically named DMZ and have remained reportedly untouched since the war. The tunnels in the south were mostly destroyed and had to be rebuilt and so their authenticity is somewhat limited. What I read anyway…