Well, clothes have been made, streets have been strolled and many a fine morsel has been devoured. We toured the ancient Hindu temple ruins of My Son then travelled along the river back to Hoi An. The ruins were pretty amazing, but sadly they were a hiding place for the VC back in the war (40 year anniversary of it ending is in a few weeks) so the temples of My Son got worked over by B-52 bommers many times. Tomorrow we leave for Da Nang and are looking forward to some sandy beaches and cool water.
This pond is My Son's biggest bum hole (I think he probably means bomb, but never let the truth get in the way of a silly story)
...and Lolo, we feel the farm could do with one of these.
Then like a hidden bonus b-side to a record there is a special treat photo for those who read to the end of the blog - you may need some imagination with the pronunciation, but it made use all chortle).
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