It’s day 2 of Vietnam after so long since my post about day 1! We got up for the visit to the Cu Chi Tunnels today.
Breakfast from the hotel was a baguette, jam and butter with Vietnamese coffee. A surprisingly awesome combination despite the simplicity. The baguette was fresh and had that nice and soft chewy centre and a crispy crust. The jam and softened butter went really well with the baguette. But then again, our expectations for breakfast weren’t really high…
Before we left, we complained to the manager about the horrible water pressure and the state of the room.
That “fun” sailor uniform
We decided to take the scenic route by the ferry that costs each of us US$12. Here’s what we saw on the 3 hour ride…
So interesting was the boat ride that we gave in to the Z-monster and dozed off…
3 hours after we boarded the boat, we arrived at a rather nicely done up jetty with some animals made of fibre glass.
On the contrary, this is a real cow
It was another 5 to 10 minutes’ walk to the visitors centre of Cu Chi Tunnels. It turns out that admission fees weren’t included in the US$12. So we paid to take a look at this place.
We were systematically ushered first to view a video about Cu Chi Village. Then our tour guide for the day shared about the war between the Viet Cong and the American troops. Much to the credit of the Cu Chi Tunnels, the Vietnam War probably displayed the most intriguing and impressive example of guerrilla warfare. The villagers would behave pro-Americans in the day, but when night falls, they would be fighting against the American troops, ambushing them constantly from well camouflaged spider holes such as this.
The soldier reveals a spider hole from right under our noses.
And hides and awaits to ambush unsuspecting passers-by.
It definitely got the bunch of us curious. Can we fit into that little spider hole?
To satisfy everyone’s curiosity, here’s a look inside.
Quite a generous amount of leg room actually.
So I got out for the next person to try. Thankfully, I didn’t get stuck. Yup, the Vietnamese managed to keep the American soldiers out of the tunnels because they made the tunnels smaller and narrower so that only the smaller sized Vietnamese could pass through, forcing the enemy retreat from the narrow segments.
Jingjing needed a little extra help to get out.
The Girlfriend getting in and getting freaked out by the darkness when the lid is closed.
Besides spider holes, there were also surface traps that would inflict enough pain to cause trauma to the American soldiers. In warfare, the effective way to destroy troop morale was to inflict maiming injuries with traps so that they would live to remember and relate the pain to the rest of the troops.
Surface traps for the enemies and their attack dogs.
And they probably had traps made to accommodate the enemy in every possible shape and size.
So there were the spider holes for ambush and booby traps for causing trauma. The actual Cu Chi Tunnels was part of a network that was over 200 kilometres long.
Our tour guide of the day explains to us about the Cu Chi Tunnels
Remnants of an American tank.
An obligatory shot of the barrel
The simple but ingenious double hinged door trap that would puncture those family jewels
Unused American bombs which the Vietnamese collected to salvage and convert into their booby traps.
While still on the topic of salvaging parts for other purposes, we were ushered to a hut where my good friend, the treehugger would be proud to wear…
Sandals made out of tyres
Then we were brought to the main attraction – the tunnel itself. Measuring only 50 cm wide and 1.2 m high, the entrance definitely wasn’t meant to look welcoming. Our guide briefed the group on the tunnel route, assuring us that there would be exits along the way so that at any time we felt uncomfortable with the cramped and pitch black spaces, we could easily get out of the tunnels.
A trap door going deeper into the tunnel
The tunnel was illuminated with really dim lights just to let you know you are on the right track. Plus, the narrow tunnel meant there was no turning back. To get a photo of those behind me, I had to tuck my camera under my arm with the lens facing the back for the shot. Unfortunately the picture got obscured by the loose straps on my bag.
Lifen and Jingjing on their way out of the claustrophobia-inducing tunnel
By the third exit, I was all alone crawling in the tunnel, it was definitely tempting to get on from the next available exit, but I figured to try out how far I could last in the darkness and cramped spaces. Somewhere between, it almost felt like I got stuck as that portion of the tunnel was intentionally kept narrower. Thankfully, it was still possible to progress from there. I wasn’t sure how far I traveled underground, neither was I sure if I would see the end of the tunnel soon enough.
Then I thought I got to a dead end as I felt a wall in front of me. I had to feel around for the path for a while until finally I found that I had to climb upwards to a slightly higher tunnel, through a trap door.
Moments later after a little bit more crawling, I saw the light at the end of the tunnel, and greeted by a little gecko…
My welcome party at the end of my tunnel crawl
So I was out of the tunnel, and was told that I had crawled through 100 m of the tunnel. We then went on the visitors centre where tourist merchandise would be available.
The more “exotic” wines of Vietnam
So when we were done with all the crawling, it was already well past lunch time. We were all thirsty, dirty, tired and hungry. We quickly boarded the coach that would ring us back to Ho Chi Minh City for a proper meal. We tried dozing off on the ride, but the constant sounding of the horn kept the light sleepers up.
Right after alighting from the coach, we unanimously voted for a place to eat. Our guide recommended Kim Cafe which was just across the street from the tour agency office. So we sat ourselves down and ordered.
Vietnamese Spring Rolls
This one is freaking awesome! The dish came along with a yummy sauce which my guess was a concoction of bean paste, sugar, fish sauce and ground nuts.
A close up of the spring rolls
As you can see, the lovely translucent rice sheet isn’t shy about showing off the ample contents of shrimp and veggies.
Here, we introduce one of our obsession – Vietnamese coffee!
The Girlfriend enjoying her Ice Milk Coffee
Another favourite among the six of us. The gravy packs a punch and we all drizzled it on our own plate of rice. Almost like sambal sotong, but this one tastes zestier, thanks to the lemongrass.
deep fried spring rolls
This one has got pork wrapped in them. Definitely good, but not as memorable. It felt rather heavy from the meat and the oil from deep frying.
We also tried a river fish soup which required an taste. While the fish was fresh, it had a very strong muddy taste you would get from freshwater fish. The soup was almost like tom yum soup, but it was more on the sour side which was nice. We ended up just drinking soup and leaving quite a bit of the fish behind.
Gratified with a good meal, we returned to our lodging for advice on other districts. The lady manager of our lodging pointed us to another region away from Ben Thanh Market on the map. So we made our way to that area for some window shopping and perhaps real shopping as well. Along the way we spotted a promising baguette sandwich stand which we would return to.
That promising baguette stall
The area definitely seemed more upmarket, with many individual independent and branded boutiques. I liked what I saw there as the designs of apparel looked much, much more refreshing and exciting than the carbon copy stuff seen in Singapore.
Other than that, there were plenty of familiar, but different street food that awaits the adventurous stomachs. No, I was too chicken to try them.
A hapsening looking pizza place
Roadside stall selling baguette sandwiches
Then we reached junction…
Statue at a roundabout
And someone came up with an idea to do this…
The route we took eventually had us ending up at Ben Thanh Market. But in the evening, stalls are set up out side, along the streets surrounding the main building, much like Lau Pa Sat in Singapore, only less polished.
The Rooftop Cafe
Last destination of the day was this Rooftop Cafe at a hotel (name I can’t remember) just beside the Opera House which was touted to have the best night view of the city.
The opera house with Ho Chi Minh’s statue
So happily, we went there for a round of drinks and to experience the best night view. But it turns out that a huge neon sign was erected at the vantage point and it perfectly block any glimpse of the best night view.
Still we made it a point to enjoy ourselves.
Partially at my expense…
Once we were done with our outing to the Rooftop Cafe, we returned to the Promising Baguette Stall for our last meal of the day.
Unfortunately, due to blunders from both the customer and the business owner in payment, an argument erupted. One of the helpers had demanded for money for one of the baguettes we had already paid for. Problem was, the boss in the cashier role didn’t acknowledge the payment and it led to a lot of unhappiness and some profanities exchanged. We had to get our ever helpful hotel manager to mediate in the native language. But before that could happen, we were chased away from the stall.
The hotel manager later advised us that we should make it an effort to pay only when we receive the goods in future to avoid any confusion.
We then returned to our room to wash up and prepare for our 6 hour road trip up to Dalat.