Monday 7 January 2019

VIETNAM UNDERGROUND.

1st - 7th Jan 2019


A Tunnel Rat.
Well 2019 got off to a bad start. I had my mobile phone nicked! I was on my way to meet a friend for lunch and standing (note: not 'stood' Bernie!) on the pavement checking directions on my phone. My back to the traffic flow (big mistake!). I felt a gentle nudge on my shoulder as a scooter whizzed past from behind. I looked down and my phone had disappeared. I never even felt it leave my hand. These boys are good. I expect they go on training courses. Anyway, I was very pissed off and there's nothing much you can do subsequently.
I was well aware of this kind of bike-mounted theft consisting of a driver and a 'snatcher' but, maybe just fortunately, had not had it happen to me before over a long time in Vietnam. Probably getting complacent. These bike riding thieves also go for bags slung over the shoulder, the more expensive looking the better. I have heard stories of, mainly female, tourists being dragged along the pavement before they get away with the bag. There are many obvious precautions you should take.....but if they target you looking unwary, you are probably doomed. That's the second 'theft' I have experienced since going to Colombia in November. I am slipping up.

Hey Ho! I decided to re-visit the Viet Cong tunnel site at Cu Chi, about 50kms north-west of Saigon. I last did this about six years ago but decided to see if anything had changed. It is a very 'touristy' experience but interesting nevertheless and only a half-day excursion.
Nothing much had changed except the entrance area and other facilities (mainly souvenir shops) had been smartened up. I went in a bus with about 30 others and we had a Vietnamese guide who was actually very good and spoke decent English.
The tunnel system was constructed by the Viet Cong guerrillas and villagers from the mid 1960s and in operation until 1975 when the North Vietnamese prevailed, despite the concerted but ultimately futile attentions of the US forces. It consisted of 250kms (no less!) of tunnels under a large forested area, all dug by hand, on three levels and was effectively an underground village, including kitchens, hospitals, armouries, workshops, living accommodation and military base from which the Cong launched attacks on the US and South Vietnamese military positions. The US forces attempted to bomb, gas, flood and infiltrate the tunnels (hence the Tunnel Rats) but the devilishly cunning Viet Cong had effective counter measures to all these threats.

Left: An example of one of the many well concealed entrances. The system, being underneath a forested area, had good visual cover from above and was very difficult for the US army to patrol without being subjected to all sorts of close-quarters attack, mines and hidden booby traps. The Cong tended to emerge at night to attack military bases and then just disappeared back into the tunnels again.





There are many reconstructions of the ingenious and lethal or, better still, painfully wounding traps to incapacitate enemy foot patrols, plus anti-personnel and anti-tank mines, deployed by the Viet Cong. The old military adage that wounding an enemy is much more effective than killing him held firm here ( one wounded soldier engages several others to help him).  Right: One of several types of 'Tiger Trap'. A concealed hinged trapdoor and pit with needle sharp bamboo spikes at the bottom.
Others included spikes that sprang out at you from the side, or above, or trapped your legs on downward pointing spikes so you couldn't pull them out.

There are replicas of all the facilities that were available below ground (workshops, hospital, kitchens with elaborate systems to conceal and dissipate smoke above ground, cunning ventilation systems of which the exits above ground appear to be termite hills. There is also a shooting range where, for an exhorbitant price, you can buy ammunition to fire a variety of rifles and machine guns. It was bloody noisy and gunfire was the constant background noise during the tour.
There are many dioramas showing the guerrillas engaged in various activities as per this group  (left) relaxing above ground.

There is an example of the tunnel system which you can go down and crawl along. You have the option of crawling along an either 40m, 60m or 100m length. It has the luxury of a dim electric light at various intervals, but still pitch dark in places. The Cong did not have this luxury. They only had candles. These (reinforced) tunnels measured 1 metre high by 1 metre wide, which is probably larger than the original, but still quite claustrophobic. A couple in our group looked as if they measured  more than 1 metre wide to start with. I don't think they tried it! I was interested to know what happened if some rather large and over-ambitious tourist got stuck inside. I never found out. Perhaps they had just to wait until he/she lost weight. Right: Part of the 40 metre tunnel which I attempted, taken with a flash; it was very dark. I couldn't see the point in doing the 100 metre version as one bit of tunnel must look much like any other and would  probably result in the knees of my trousers wearing through.

We were given a small 'lunch' of hot tea and chewy tapioca (cassava?) plant which, we were told, was one of the staple diets of the underground dwellers. Pretty revolting if you ask me. I suspect they got a lot more than that even if they didn't have access to the MacDonalds and Coca-Cola on the US army bases.....but maybe they did on one of their nocturnal raids.

As mentioned the US forces had little success in destroying or even effectively neutralising this tunnel system. There were water filled 'U' bends to stop gas, some kind of blocks and drains to prevent flooding and even the bigger bombs dropped by B52s didn't seem to have much effect. Even finding the tunnel entrances using dogs was unsuccessful as they managed to camouflage their scent by somehow using US clothing and soap at the entrances and probably poisoned the dogs. If an entrance was discovered the US tried to use 'Tunnel Rats', small and rather brave US soldiers, to go down and fight underground. Of course the Viet Cong were waiting for them and inflicted untold casualties.

After all this we were shown an interesting contemporary black and white film showing the guerillas in action. Then back on the bus and home.

Left: For a souvenir;  supper with two ex-colleagues in a very pleasant 'Bistro' in an outlying district of the city. There are some excellent and very 'posh' (and expensive) restaurants around town, as well as many remarkably cheap and cheerful places serving delicious Vietnamese fare. I enjoy Vietnamese cuisine. Unlike Thai food it is usually fresh (no freezers in many places) and not served so spicy that it blows your head off. You add spices to taste from numerous little bowls of the stuff.

For the most part of my time here I just enjoyed wandering around and revisiting favourite places and old friends. As I think I mentioned, there are several 'blogs' I have produced previously on Vietnam, so I would only be repeating myself to show more photos.

The main differences I noticed in Saigon are the ongoing construction of the Japanese funded 'Metro' system which is digging up some of the city centre, and the traffic. When I first went there in 2006 the traffic consisted of 80% scooters, 15%cars (mainly taxis) and 5% bicycles. It is now 60% scooters, 40% cars (mainly taxis) and you seldom see a bicycle. This town was not designed for so many cars and hence mega traffic jams at the rush hours. That's progress?

I am writing and posting this on my last day here and just before setting off to catch a flight back to (probably) cold wet and windy UK. Over the course of several years travelling I have suffered a few irritating losses due to thieves and pickpockets (only four thefts come to mind which isn't too bad for an 8 year period). They have all been different and I expect there will be more to come, but I hope I have learnt from each occasion. Therefore I will add below, in due course, 'Uncle Matt's Top Tips For  Not Having Your Kit Nicked'. It just might save someone else from falling victim.

My losses, so far, have included: My Burmese walking stick, left on a train in Vietnam. A 'dummy' wallet pickpocketed at Oslo railway station. My Kindle swiped by a niño selling matches in Mendosa, Argentina. Money pickpocketed in Bogota, Colombia. Mobile phone, recently, by moto-snatcher in Saigon, Vietnam. I also have a friend who had his valuable Rolex watch pinched by a motorbike team in daylight on a main street in Buenos Aires and another couple who had their bag of valuables swiped in a café in Barcelona.

UNCLE MATT'S TOP TEN TIPS FOR NOT HAVING YOUR KIT NICKED

These thieves can be very skilful. If they target you, you are in trouble. Some of these tips are fairly obvious but so many people disregard them.

1. Don't display valuables in public places. Don't make yourself a target. (i.e. my friend in Buenos Aires who was walking down the street with two friends, approached from behind, watch visible with metal strap slipped off his wrist and thief onto a motorbike and away before they knew what had happened.

2. Keep valuable items/documents/money zipped up, preferably in inside zip pockets. Outside zips can be semi-secured by putting a safety-pin through the zip. Be aware of who is around you and, esp. when in crowds, keep your hands on your pockets when possible. Try to stand alone with your back against a wall or surface
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3. When mobile, travel with a small rucksack (with lap-top and other valuable gizmos) but guard it with your life and never leave it out of sight. Always have it in front of you and again use safety-pins to block the zips. When sitting at a table or elsewhere put your leg through the straps. If sleeping on a train/bus put it under your pillow and/or secure it to your arm/leg as appropriate. Friend of mine and his wife were sitting at a table in a Barcelona café guarding their bag, which had all their valuables in it, between them. A distraction for a nano-second and it was gone!

4. Don't travel with valuables in a suitcase which will be put into a hold (ie bus/train/aircraft).

5. When in a hotel/hostel I do not use a room safe if provided. A dishonest member of staff could get access to this and they would think that is where your valuables are. I keep my lap-top etc. locked in a hard suitcase and leave it in the room. I always travel with a hard lockable case (also useful as a seat). Haven't had a problem with that, so far. Zips on bags, even padlocked, can easily be opened and closed without sign. I know how to do this, using only a biro! 

6. When you go walkabout only take with you any valuables that you actually need. Leave any spare credit cards, phones, documents etc. locked in your suitcase. Don't, like me, get your mobile out in the street (especially Saigon!) and certainly not with your back to oncoming moto-traffic. Shoulder bags are also very susceptible to theft in this fashion with people (often women) being dragged along the street when they try to hang on. My trusty Waitrose bag does not seem to have attracted too much attention.

7. If you are with others, make sure one of them (with nothing to get nicked) walks behind you on the street and watches your back.

8. If you are tempted to have too much to drink then don't do it in an unsafe environment, especially if you are on your own. Fairly obvious, but 90% of misfortunes (and they are surprisingly rare, whatever you read) that befall tourists, mainly youngsters, i.e. theft, abductions, drownings, falling off balconies, assaults, taxi rip-offs, wandering into dodgy areas and the rest, occur when the victim is either pissed or on drugs.

9. If you might be going into a less safe area, carry a dummy wallet containing a small amount of local cash and some out of date credits cards. This could save your other cash/cards zipped up elsewhere if some bandido threatens you with 'your money or your life'. However, if some gun/knife wielding low-life does threaten to shoot/stab you, never resist. He might shoot you anyway but that's just bad luck.

10. Make up an acronym that you can recite to yourself when leaving a hotel room, train or anywhere you have been staying which lists all the things you don't want to leave behind and to check you have them with you. I use " William Wordsworth Sends Pathetic Poems Carefully Crafted By His Kinky Pet Pig". It stands for "Watch, Wallet, Specs, Passport, Papers, Camera, Computer, Books, Hat, Keys, Phone, Plugs". It has worked for me. 

This list is by no means comprehensive (just things off the top of my head) and there is no way that you can protect your kit 100% from determined thieves. There is no point in becoming paranoid about losing things, but the main message is 'BE AWARE'.

The Rat and friends


Saturday 5 January 2019

SAIGON AGAIN. VIỆT NAM

23rd - 31st Dec 2018


Snow, ice and reindeer in Saigon. What?!
Back in Sài Gòn (Saigon in English, otherwise known, but not often by the locals, as Ho Chi Minh City), Việt Nam (Vietnam in English). Vietnamese is the only Far Eastern language to use Roman script so gives you a fighting chance to learn and speak it. Trouble is it is a five tone language which makes pronunciation and understanding difficult. There are lots of little words, none over 6 letters long, of which many look the same but with different vowel and tonal 'diacritics' or 'glyphs' above and below the letters which completely change the meaning. These little words are put together to make sense, often somewhat different from the words taken individually. For example, the word(s) for 'lavatory' is 'nhà vệ sinh'. Where 'nhà' means either 'house', 'room' or 'home', 'sinh' by itself means 'birth' but 'vệ sinh' put together means 'hygiene'. So, literally, 'nhà vệ sinh' means 'hygiene room'. Simple, eh? The language was invented by a French missionary priest to the Vietnamese court, Alexander de Rhodes, in the 17th century and many of the words have a sort of French pronunciation e.g. 'va ly' for 'suitcase' and 'bơ', pronounced 'buerre', for 'butter'. Other words are taken phonetically from a mixture of the many various Indo-Chinese languages spoken in the region before Monsieur de Rhodes got a grip of it.
If you say the word even slightly incorrectly they seem incapable of imagining what you might mean. Neither do they respond to miming. I remember going into a supermarket wanting some chicken (Vietnamese 'gà'). I said what I thought was 'gà' but they kept pointing me towards the railway station nearby (Vietnamese 'ga') and even kindly offered to take me there. I tried doing my brilliant impression of a chicken, clucking and flapping my wings etc., ever more maniacally (Basil Fawlty style) to no avail.  They just thought I was mad and had a good laugh; even bringing their colleagues along to watch. I had to get my dictionary out to write down the correct word and then they understood straight away. The Vietnamese would be no good at charades ("why you no just say" would be their reaction). Lateral thinking and imagination are not part of their make-up.
I will use English spelling from now on! 

Left: A lady selling souvenirs on the street. She got to know The Rat with suitable hat; 'chuột' in Vietnamese, but pronounced wrongly could possibly mean 'pregnant'. You try to speak Vietnamese at your peril.










I met an English speaking local over Christmas and she, having no real understanding of what Christmas is, apart from a bit of fun and wearing reindeer horns, asked me to explain. Have you ever tried? Attempting to explain the birth of J Christ together with all the other accoutrements involved left me more confused than before I started. How did the year '0' come about for a start? In those days I think they used the Julian calendar, amongst others, which started in Roman times well before Christ's era. Then came the Gregorian calendar invented by Pope Gregory 111 in 1582. I am confused as to how they worked out from which calendar the year '0' occurred, especially as no substantiated dates are mentioned or can be verified in the Bible (not that I've read much of it). It is all, I am sure, total myth and religious invention as far as dates are concerned. Also, on the 'Pagan' side, the festival probably started with St Nicholas who was a 4th century Greek and, supposedly, rode a white horse. St Nicholas' Day was on the 6th December (my birthday as it happens). He became known as Santa Claus at the behest of the Americans in 1850. Not to be confused with Father Christmas who was an English invention in the 15th century. I believe the Roman Catholic Church unilaterally decided on the 25th of December as Mr Christ's birthday for no logical reason, and St Nicholas' Day was moved to combine the two 'festivals'. As someone pointed out; it is most unlikely that shepherds would be 'tending their flocks by night' in December even in the Middle East. How logically to include Wise Men on camels following a star, Christmas trees, reindeer, one-horse open sleighs, holly, tinsel, mistletoe, virgin births, Santa's little elves and his workshop at the North Pole delivering presents by airborne sledge (with no instrumentation) down everyone's chimneys in one night and the rest, was beyond my powers of imagination. I spent 10 minutes fruitlessly trying to describe a 'manger'. After this I think she was under the impression that Jesus was born in a bucket. I did not pursue the 'virgin birth' bit as I suspect she would have regarded this as a perfect wheeze to excuse an unfaithful wife.
I gave up. It would be much easier to describe the rules of cricket...so I asked her if she would be more interested in learning about that.
Anyway, Christmas as we all know has really now become predominantly a mega-commercial greedy spending spree and an excuse for a long holiday, parties and eating and drinking too much with the resulting ill health, hangovers, debt and family arguments.
Of course the Americans are behind most of this commercial onslaught (they are brilliant at it). They, and we (or more precisely shops) happily go along with it, have now grossly commercialised Valentine's Day, Easter (just a church service and doing things with hard-boiled chicken's eggs in my youth), Fathers' Day, Mothers' Day, Independence Day, Halloween (what's all this 'trick or treat' nonsense) and probably several others. Not content with these they then invented 'Black Friday' and even "Cyber Monday' (whatever that is) further to persuade us to buy things we don't need and didn't even realise we wanted. Isn't it all such FUN!.....and expensive.

One of my favourite night spots in Saigon is the 'Saigon Saigon' rooftop bar in the Caravelle Hotel on Lam Son Square (opposite the Opera House). In the US war days it used to be the favoured haunt of American journalists with photos on the walls to prove it. Every night it features, and has done for years, a marvellous Cuban Salsa band. They are brilliant, involving great music, pretty lady singers/dancers and always manage to get people up onto the dance floor. Apart from me, that is. I sit with a drink and enjoyably spectate.
Right: This poor photo gives an idea but doesn't do it justice.

Left: Back to my old hobby-horse of 'elf 'n safety'. Builders' safety standards are, as far as I can see, purely voluntary. Wear, or not wear, protective gear as you like if you are a construction worker. This guy operating an electric metal cutting saw had sparks and debris flying up at him. No problem; he got the job done. Again, hissy fits all round if this was witnessed in our preciously safety conscious West.





Right: A side-street in Saigon where the ladies get the washing up done. Probably ends up dirtier than when they started.












Left: Entertaining the Rat to lunch on New Year's Eve.




Right: Probably shown this before in previous blogs. What was the Presidential Palace before a famously photographed North Vietnamese T54 tank (No. 843) broke through the gates as the Americans ran away and the North Vietnamese took Saigon. It is now renamed the Independence Palace.







Left: The North Vietnamese T54 tank that crashed through the Palace gates in April 1975. Well the sign says it is. It is displayed in the Palace grounds.










Right: The office of Nguyen Van Thieu, the last President of South Vietnam. The inside of the Palace is now just a museum with all the 'grand' rooms  refurbished and on display. Very glitzy in a somewhat naff fashion.









Left: View down the main easy-west drag, Le Duan, as viewed from the Palace balcony. Expect they had parades down this street before the Vietnam War.










Right: My poor photo of this photo displayed inside the Palace. An interesting story.  The pilot shown here was a North Vietnamese Communist infiltrator in the South Vietnamese airforce. On 8th April 1975 as the North Vietnamese army was closing in on Saigon he seized his chance. He took off in his F5E jet and dropped 2 bombs on the Palace, doing a fair bit of damage, before landing on a North Vietnamese held runway. He became a hero to the North Vietnamese. His name is Nguyen Thanh Trung. He later became a pilot with Vietnam Airlines and known affectionately by all as 'Bomber Trung'. I actually met him several years ago. He seemed a very nice chap and spoke excellent English.

Left: The beautiful main Post Office in Saigon. A popular tourist spot. Again, more photos of the spectacular interior in previous Vietnam blogs. As well as being a lovely building, the service is excellent. Postcards and letters I sent to the UK from here cost about the same as 1st Class mail in UK and arrived within 5 days! Which is more than can be said about the postcards I sent from three different cities in Colombia in November. As far as I am aware absolutely none of them have arrived (yet). Suspect they just peeled the stamps off and resold them. Bloody bandidos!



Right: Notre Dame Cathedral opposite the Post Office. Lit up for Christmas.


















Left: New Year's Eve and the Saigon inhabitants crowd the streets to celebrate. The city centre is packed and anyone trying to get in, or out, by vehicle, even scooter, is wasting their time. Fortunately my accommodation was within walking, barging, distance.
Left:  Lam Son Square beginning to fill up before the midnight fireworks display. The prime viewpoints along the river and on the bridge were filled to capacity much earlier.





Right: Spectators on the steps of the Opera House.













Left: It was a pretty spectacular display and lasted about 20 minutes. Probably not quite up to the standard of the London one, but at least it didn't include a poxy fireworky EU flag! I took a decent video of this but don't think videos work on this blog.  I, along with several hundred others only saw the bit between buildings










Right: Just tried copying a video but I don't think it works. Experiment!














After the display it was time for all to go home. Fortunately I was on foot. Left: The streets were blocked with scooters. Still the same after an hour. I was happily ensconced in a friendly bar.

..and, hopefully, a VERY HAPPY NEW YEAR TO MY READER !
but it will probably be the same old crap as previous.