I think Vietnam was my favorite port thus far. Ho Chi Minh city was unlike any city I had ever been to before. Once we got past the initial fright of crossing the street through throngs of Motorbikes, we were on our way to the heart of Saigon. Day one was spent haggling our way through the famous Ben Than Market, trying the favorite local lunch, Pho, and grabbing drinks at a small bar on Bui Vien street, also known as “Backpacker” street. The second day, I was able to go out on my own and explore Ho Chi Minh. I hit all the highlights, including the Jade Emperor Pagoda (on the first day of the Lunar holiday of Tet), the Saigon Central Post Office, Book Street, The Notre Dame Cathedral, and the Reunification Palace. It was such a new feeling to be able to go out and explore brand new places all on my own. I felt independent, and I felt old. I realized that time truly does fly and it’s important to stop for a second and take everything in. With my trip being almost halfway through, this idea is important now more than ever.
I spent the next two days on the Mekong Delta in the Cai Be province. We drove about two hours to be received by a tiny wooden boat that brought us to our lodge. The entire time we were on the boat I couldn’t imagine where we were going to be staying, until we docked at this small, breathtakingly beautiful little place, I could have stayed there for the rest of my life honestly. We then had time to relax before taking a bike ride through the local area. We rode through small alleyways and busy streets. We passed crowds of motorbikes, and thick patches of some of the most beautiful plants and flowers I had ever seen. As we rode, we saw colorful open-air houses with families laying and relaxing out front in hammocks. The local children all ran to the edge of the street to yell “Hello” and giggle at us as we passed through. It was incredible to see the lifestyle of these people living on the Mekong. The way of life was so different than the one I, and many of the others I was with were accustomed to. There is so much more out there than what is in our backyards and I am so grateful to be able to realize that through these experiences.
On my final day in Vietnam, Dr. Pete Seel (who served in the 600th Photo Squadron during the Vietnam war) took my Advanced Documentary Photography class to the Cu Chi tunnels, a Viet Cong Cemetery, the home of famous war photographer Huang Van Cuong, and finally to the Requiem exhibit at the War Remnants Museum. This day was so powerful. Everything we did was such an important learning experience for me that I would need a whole book to talk about the impact each stop had on me. I realized how little I actually knew about the Vietnam war, and how much less I knew about the Vietnamese perspective of the war. It was a humbling experience to be able to go and see the war from their side. The highlight of this day for me had to be at the Cu Chi Tunnels.
Huyen Van Chaia, a veteran of the Viet Cong, came out to speak to us about what life was like living in the Cu Chi tunnels. Chaia, who lost his right arm during the war, had lived inside the tunnels for 12 years, starting when he was only 17 years old. Could you imagine? After answering questions from our group, our tour guide coarsely mentioned to Chaia that Dr. Pete had “been in those planes you were hiding from.” There was a hush over the crowd as we waited to see how these two men would interact with each other. Chaia then proclaimed, “Nothing is more precious than peace” and invited Pete up to shake hands. While the two men spoke quietly to one and other in Vietnamese, you could see on their faces, that both were moved by the interaction. It was truly beautiful to see them come together without any sort of resentment towards the other. I later asked Pete what this interaction had felt like for him, and he told me that he and Chaia were not enemies. He explained that he felt there was a shared grief that the two of them shared, that only they could truly understand. Both lost parts of their childhood, close friends, and much more. Thinking about what both of them must have seen and went through during those years is unfathomable to me. Vietnam was overall an incredible experience. It made me question what I know, and made me hungry for more knowledge. As our Executive Dean would say, “Who gets to live this life?” Next up, Burma.