Monday, 2 April 2012

Hue (2), A Self-Sacrificing Monk, an Impotent Emperor and an Imperial Dinner: Vietnam North to South Part 10

A Garden House, The Thien Mu Pagoda, Tu Duc's 'Modest' Mausoleum and an Impressive Dinner

An Hien Garden House, Hue


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Lynne tells me it was pouring with rain at 5 am but by the time we surfaced it may not have been the finest morning Hue has ever seen, but it did at least give grounds for optimism.

We set off at 9 with Vinh for a full morning’s sightseeing.

Once Gia Long had established his Imperial City, the rich and powerful queued up to build their own houses nearby. A line of these ‘Garden Houses’ stretches along the road beside the Perfume River upstream from the citadel.

The roadside entrance to An Hien is discreet. A tree lined path leads through a garden up to the house. In design it is not dissimilar to the more modest dwelling in Ta Van where we stayed with Tuonz and his family, but the setting and materials used are very different.

A tree lined path leads up from the road. An Hien, Hue

Both are single storey dwellings where the front can be almost entirely opened. In Tuonz’s house the rough wooden doors opened onto a concrete yard, at An Hien mahogany panels slide back to give a view of a water lily covered pond.

An Hien and its lily covered pool, Hue

Mahogany pillars and intricately carved and gilded mahogany panels (Tuonz favoured hardboard) surrounded the ancestor’s altar. Ancestor worship, Vinh said, binds all Vietnamese together, whether Buddhist, Daoist or Animist. Even the houses of Catholics, he claimed, would have an ancestor altar.

Carved Panel, An Hien

On the altar were photographs of deceased family members, and candles, flowers and fruit were laid out as offerings. To the side, a statue of Buddha stood on its own small altar. On the wall was a family tree, the Chinese characters written in gold-leaf.

Ancestor's Altar with the family tree in Chinese characters to the left, An Hien

On the left is a room with a table and chairs to welcome visitors. The house is still owned and occupied by the descendants of the courtier who built it, so our visit was limited to the public areas.

To the side and back is a beautifully tended garden with trees bearing jackfruit, fig, persimmon, coconut, durian, papaya, pomelo, lemon, banana and mangosteen. It was clearly laid out by a fruit lover, but there was no sign of yesterday’s mystery non-apple [Hue (1) at end of post].

Among the fruit trees, An Hien, Hue

Thien Mu Pagoda, Hue

A kilometre or so further up the road we came to the Thien Mu Pagoda, built in 1601 by the Nguyen lords when they were merely local governors, not emperors. In Vietnam ‘pagoda’ refers to the whole temple and monastery complex, not to a particular tower-like building. The Phuoc Duyen Tower, which corresponds more to our idea of a pagoda, was added in 1844 and has become the unofficial symbol of Hue.

Phuoc Duyen Tower, Thien Mu Pagoda

The complex is popular with western tourists and locals, but once we got away from the busloads of teenagers on school outings, we found it a quiet and peaceful place.

Novice Monk, Thien Mu Pagoda, Hue

The Story of Thích Quàng Đúc

The shrine of Thich Quang Duc on the corner where he died
Ho Chi Minh City

One of the stranger exhibits is an aged Austin Westminster car. The monastery had a tradition of political activity dating back to colonial times. After the French left, South Vietnam was ruled by the autocratic Ngo Dinh Diem. President Ngo (family names come first in Vietnam), was a member of the Catholic minority (some 10% of the population), and set out to ensure that all positions of power were in Catholic hands. Angered by the persecution of Buddhists, Thích Quàng Đúc, the abbot of Thien Mu, drove to Saigon in this very Austin. On the 11th of June 1963, after notifying the foreign press that “something important” would happen, he drove to a major road intersection where he sat in the lotus position while another monk poured petrol over him. He then set himself alight. Few journalists turned up – the “Buddhist crisis” was no longer news - but two who did were David Halberstam of the New York Times and photographer Malcolm Browne. Browne’s picture of the event was World Press Photo of the Year 1963. I will not reproduce it here, but it can be seen by clicking this link. Halberstam wrote “…as he burned he never moved a muscle, never uttered a sound, his outward composure in sharp contrast to the wailing of the people around him…”

Thich Quang Duc's Austin Westminster

Though I cannot applaud hi0 saction, no one can doubt Thích Quàng Đúc’s bravery and commitment. His protest was also partially effective as, under pressure from his American supporters, President Ngo quickly announced a series of reforms. He stalled on their introduction but was killed in November 1963 in the military coup which overthrew his government.

Over fifty Buddhist monks have burned themselves to death this year in Tibet, protesting against the Chinese treatment of their country. When the act becomes a commonplace - and there is no top class press photographer in attendance - the process becomes sadly and very painfully self-defeating.

A Boat up the Perfume River

Leaving the pagoda in a thoughtful mood, we crossed the road to the riverbank and embarked on a boat for a half hour trip upstream. The Perfume River is wide, slow moving and only 30 km long, being formed by the confluence of two streams flowing out of the Day Truong Son mountains. Orchids are swept downstream in autumn, and the waters smell of their perfume. Romantics may believe that, but the name more probably derives from the river being used to transport sandalwood from the interior to the markets of Hue. Today most of the river boats carry sand and gravel, dredged up from the river bed, for use in building. There is, as far as I know, no move to rename it the Concrete River.

Carrying gravel down the Perfume River

After a pleasant cruise, though the weather was still misty and fairly cool, we moored at a landing stage apparently in the middle of nowhere. Following a path through the forest for a few hundred metres brought us onto a road where we found our driver waiting patiently to ferry us to the mausoleum of Tu Duc.

Our boat leaves us in what appears to be the middle of nowhere

The Tu Duc Mausoleum, near Hue

Tu Duc, the fourth of the Nguyen emperors, occupied the throne from 1847 to 1883. Although his was the dynasty’s longest reign, he was not a successful emperor and had the misfortune to rule at a time of irresistible pressure from the incoming French colonialists.

Like most of the Nguyen emperors, he built himself an impressive mausoleum between the river and the surrounding hills. Selecting an appropriate site was a task for the court astrologers, and once found it was adorned with artificial lakes, waterfalls and hills to create a garden setting. As well as being an eventual place of burial it served as rural retreat from the bustle of the imperial court.

The Vu Khiem Gate, Xung Khiem Pavilion and Luu Khiem Lake at Tu Duc's Mausoleum


The Vu Khiem Gate, Tu Duc's Mausoleum, Hue

Entering through the Vu Khiem gate gives an immediate view of the attractive Xung Khiem Pavilion beside the Luu Khiem Lake. Tu Duc preferred to sit here, drinking wine and writing poetry rather than wrestling with the affairs of state. The word ‘Khiem’ which appears in the name of the gate, lake, pavilion, temple and royal residence means ‘modest’; its continuous use sounds like trying too hard. He lived in his mausoleum for the last sixteen years of his reign, but despite his preference for gentle pursuits there is evidence that he had a mean and vindictive streak.

Xung Khiem Pavilion, Mausoleum of Tu Duc, Hue

Tu Duc’s greatest problem was that despite having 104 wives and a small village of concubines he had no issue. It would seem a teenage bout of mumps (or smallpox - sources differ) was the root cause rather than lack of attention to his horizontal duties.

The grave of Tu Duc, Hue

One of the most important functions of an emperor is to produce an heir and his failure made him increasingly embittered. Every mausoleum contains a stele on which the king’s biography is recorded. It is traditionally written by his eldest son, but poor Tu Duc had to write his own. Perhaps significantly, his stele bears the longest obituary of all the Nguyen monarchs.

Tu Duc's stele-house

Lunch at the Mandarin Café, Hue

We drove back to Hue for lunch at the Mandarin Café, ‘a leading light in Hue’s backpacker business’, according to the Rough Guide. Mr Cu, the proprietor, fancies himself as a photographer and his pictures cover the walls. While waiting for your meal you are invited to look through his catalogue and purchases can be made. There are some striking images, but he is an enthusiastic amateur (I should criticise!) rather than a professional photographer. His food, though, was excellent. We had banh khoai pancakes again – it is compulsory in Hue – pork and beansprouts, spring rolls, sweet and sour crispy pork, gently steamed squid with a memorable ginger dipping sauce, cabbage and morning glory.

The Mandarin Café, Hue

An Afternoon in Hue

Left to our own devices in the afternoon we walked back to the central part of the ‘European City’, passing Quoc Hoc High School on the way. Founded in 1896 to teach royal princes and future administrators how to be French, its most famous former students are Ho Chi Minh, who was expelled for political agitation, and Ngo Dinh Diem, the future president who so upset Thích Quàng Đúc.

Outside the school a young man on a scooter knocked a girl off her bicycle. There was a clatter and some constgrenation among the bystanders, ourselves included, but fortunately most of the damage was to the patricipants' dignity.

In the centre we watched a man using an electric sander to carve a Buddha from a tree stump. Despite his unwieldy instrument, the delicacy of the carving was remarkable.

Carving a Buddha with an elctric sander, Hue

The sun was now shining and the day had warmed up considerably, so it seemed reasonable to pause for a beer at the Octopussy Restaurant – not a good name, I thought, and almost certainly a copyright infringement.

A beer (and a coffee), Octopussy Restaurant, Hue

Then I went in search of a T-shirt, but the largest size I could find was XXXXL, which I could not quite get over my head. Clothing in Vietnam is cheap and travellers are often advised to take very little and buy as they go, though 'sufficiently large sizes of shoes, women’s swimwear and brassieres are unlikely to be available'. In my case this also applies, I discovered, to shirts and trousers, so I am glad we did not take that advice. My feet are a modest size 9½ (US 10, European 44) but my sandals certainly looked vast by local standards. Ironically, although they were bought in Stafford, they were made in Vietnam.

An Imperial Dinner at the Placid Garden Manor Restaurant, Hue

In the evening we were driven to another section of garden houses on the eastern edge of the citadel. Alighting in a narrow road lined with such houses we discovered that one is now a karaoke bar and we were treated to the sound of possibly the world’s worst karaoke singer – and yes, I know how stiff the competition is. Opposite is the Placid Garden Manor Restaurant (perhaps the name loses something in translation) which specialises in reproducing the cuisine of the imperial palace. Here we settled down for an evening of courtly elegance at one of the half dozen tables set out on the terrace of the old house. Fortunately, garden houses have long drives, so the cacophonous karaoke had faded mercifully into the distance.

The Placid Garden Manor Restaurant, Hue

The 8 course menu is worth recording

1) Dance of the Phoenix. The food element was paté, the French influence even affected the imperial court.

Dance of the Phoenix, Placid Garden Manor Restaurant, Hue

2);Pineapple Lantern. Assorted appetizers

3) Surprise soup of Hue. A glutinous chicken soup.

4) Spring roll in the form of a Peacock

Spring rolls in the form of a peacock
Placid Garden Manor Restaurant, Hue

5) Steamed Prawns.

Steamed Prawns
Placid Garden Manor Restaurant, Hue

6) Sweet and sour papaya in the form of a dragon

Sweet and Sour Papaya in the form of a Dragon
Placid Garden Manor Restaurant, Hue

7) Fried rice in the form of a turtle

Fried Rice in the form of a Turtle
Placid Garden Manor Restaurant, Hue

8) Fruits made from bean paste.

Fruits made from Bean Paste
Placid Garden Manor Restaurant, Hue

After many years as a French colony Vietnam, inevitably, produces some wine. The main vineyard area surrounds Dalat in the southern highlands and our bottle of Dalat red was pleasant if a little thin, the grapes being helped out with the addition of mulberries. I would not go out of my way to drink it again, but it provided a welcome change from beer.

It was a memorable evening, though the presentation of the dishes was perhaps more exciting than the food itself.

Sunday, 1 April 2012

Hue (1): The Citadel, The Battle of Hue 1968 and Some New Things to Eat: Vietnam North to South Part 9

An Imperial City, a Major Battle of the Vietnam/American War and Unknown Fruits

01-Apr-2012

Arriving in Hue


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The weather in Hanoi, and the north generally, had often been cool and always been cloudy. Flying more than an hour south should have solved that problem but the weather gods had it in for us. On our last day in Hanoi CNN informed us that the first tropical storm of the season had arrived six weeks early and was battering its way through Ho Chi Minh City. Hue is 600km north of Ho Chi Minh, just close enough to catch the edge. Drizzle and a temperature of barely 20 degrees greeted our arrival at Hue’s tiny airport.

We were met by Vinh and his driver, Mr Thi, who whisked us off in the direction of the Imperial City. We pointed out that we had not yet had lunch. Vinh consulted his documentation. ‘Lunch is not on your programme,’ he said. We suggested that meant he did not pay for it, not that we did not eat it. ‘You did not eat on the plane?’ Vietnamese Airlines in-flight service, we told him, consisted of one small bottle of water.

Lunch in the Nha Hang Long Restaurant, Hue

Vinh said a few words to Mr Thi and we almost immediately pulled in at the Nha Hang Hoa Long restaurant. Pleasantly situated on the southern edge of the city and surrounded by trailing greenery it looked an attractive prospect.

Banh khoai is a small, yellow, rice-flour pancake folded round prawns (tom), pork (thit) and bean sprouts and then fried until it is crispy. Tom Thit is a common combination in Vietnamese cooking and banh khoai is a traditional Hue way of serving it. Dipped in a peanut and sesame sauce it provided an excellent light lunch and we were soon back on track for the Imperial City.

Hue is correctly written Huế. Vietnamese has six tones so each syllable requires a tone mark and in addition many vowels also sport a diacritic so the written language has a lacy frieze of hooks, hats and slashes. The ê indicates an ‘-ay’ sound, similar to a French é, while the acute above it indicates the ‘high rising tone’ (don’t ask).

Hue, as I shall lazily write it, has lots of wide, tree-lined streets, many fewer motorcycles than Hanoi and many more bicycles, giving it a more relaxed feel.

The Citadel, Hue

We drove through the so-called ‘European city’ - narrow streets packed with busy shops, bars and restaurants - crossed the Perfume River and approached the flag tower of the citadel.

The Flag Tower of the Citadel, Hue

The Origins of the Citadel and the Imperial City, Hue

In 1802 Gia Long seized the imperial throne, established the Nguyen Dynasty and moved the national capital to Hue. It remained the capital until 1945 when Bao Dai, the last Nguyen emperor, was deposed. Since 1883 the dynasty had survived by (and despite) acquiescing to French rule, but Bao Dai’s willingness to be a puppet ruler on behalf of the Japanese invader was the last straw.

In 1805 an auspicious site had been selected facing the river and Gia Long set about building his citadel, a vast moated enclosure with an 8km perimeter wall. Inside the citadel was the Imperial City. A kilometre square, the city contained administrative offices, parks and dynastic temples. Within the city was the royal palace, the Forbidden Purple City.

Approaching the Imperial City, Hue

If that had been the whole story, then what we would have visited some interesting, though not very old, buildings constructed by a relatively short lived dynasty using a well-established Chinese template.

Vinh thinks I am looking the wrong way, Imperial City, Hue

The Citadel and the 1968 'Tet Offensive'

But that is not the whole story. On the 30th of January 1968, the first day of Tet, the month of the lunar new year, the North Vietnamese launched a series of attacks on more than a hundred towns and cities throughout the south. The biggest and bloodiest engagement of the Tet offensive was the month long Battle of Hue.

At 2.30 in the morning the Viet Cong and North Vietnamese army attacked the American headquarters south of the Perfume River, Tay Loc airfield to the north and the headquarters of the 1st Division of the South Vietnamese Army inside the citadel.

Gardens within the Imperial City, Hue

Hue is situated on Highway 1 where it crosses the Perfume River. Despites its strategic importance – the highway was the main supply route from the American bases at Da Nang to the misnamed Demilitarized Zone 50km to the north - it was surprisingly lightly defended. By 8 o’clock the citadel was in North Vietnamese hands and they went on to take most of the city.

The Nine Dynastic Urns, Imperial City, Hue

The North Vietnamese knew they would eventually be pushed out, but their orders were to hold Hue as long as possible. It took the South Vietnamese and Americans three weeks to fight their way through the city street by street. It took them a further week to fight their way into the citadel, finally hauling down the North Vietnamese flag on the 29th of February.

War damaged urn, Imperial City, Hue

When it was all over between 2500 and 8000 North Vietnamese were dead, depending on whose figures you believe, along with over 200 Americans and 450 South Vietnamese soldiers. Many thousands more were injured. The asymmetry in the casualties was caused by American artillery and air power. They reduced the Citadel and the Imperial City to piles of body-strewn rubble but still the North Vietnamese defenders put up a stubborn resistance

Inside the Imperial City, Hue

6000 civilians also died, the Americans acknowledged that some 2000 of them were ‘collateral damage’, the North Vietnamese admitted executing over 2000 ‘administrators, policemen and tyrants’ and the South Vietnamese murdered a substantial number of ‘collaborators’ afterwards. 116,000 of the city’s population of 190,000 were left homeless.

‘In order to save the city,’ as US marine Captain Myron Harrington observed, ‘it was necessary to destroy the city.’

Inside the Imperial City, Hue

From a military point of view the battle is regarded as an American victory, though as it restored the status quo ante perhaps it should be declared a draw. In terms of propaganda and morale it was an overwhelming victory for the North Vietnamese. The American causalities, though light by comparison with the other participants, were heavy relative to the number of troops they deployed. This was, arguably, the turning point in American public support for the war.

Restored Gate
Imperial City, Hue

Lynne and I were both 17 in February 1968. Watching it unfold on television news, we were old enough to be appalled, but there was little we could do, and anyway it could hardly affect our everyday lives. There were anti-war demonstrations, though I never participated, partly because I was, and remain, unconvinced that demonstrations achieve anything, and partly because I was too young and naïve to understand how profoundly wrong the American intervention was. Had I been American no doubt the threat of the draft would have concentrated my mind powerfully. Harold Wilson, we learned many years later, came under pressure from Lyndon Johnson to send a token battalion or two, if only for propaganda purposes. Wilson is not highly regarded these days, but he got that one right - shame he was not available to advise Tony Blair.

Rebuilt roof, Forbidden City, Hue

Had I been Vietnamese, on the other hand, I would not have had to wait on the lottery of the draft to find out if I was going to be involved. February 1968 apart, the Americans and South Vietnamese held the cities and controlled the countryside by day but the Viet Cong controlled the countryside by night. Both sides were looking for recruits, not necessarily volunteers. Our guide Vinh’s father avoided conscription but three of his brothers were in the South Vietnamese army while the fourth was in the army of the North. Happily all survived and the family is now reunited.

Vinh himself was born during the Tet offensive. His father was a baker in Hue and, unlike the American High Command, was aware that something was going to happen. He took his young family and heavily pregnant wife to the relative safety of Da Nang, where the family still live.

The Forbidden City, Hue

American/Vietnamese relations are now reasonably good and there is an American presence among the tourist throng. Vinh was not the only one of our guides who had worked with Americans, in particular former soldiers who felt a need to revisit their old haunts. Understandably, many of these men come back to face their personal demons. The Vietnamese are sympathetic to that, but more than one of our guides said that he was saddened by returning soldiers inability or unwillingness to look beyond their own suffering and that of their compatriots. The deaths of 58,000 Americans in a futile attempt to save Vietnam from the Vietnamese* was tragic (in the full sense of the word). The American involvement prolonged what would otherwise have been a short, albeit brutal, civil war by ten years. That prolongation, and the enormous - and indiscriminately applied - American fire power and chemical weaponry resulted in the deaths of between 1.5 and 2 million Vietnamese. That was a tragedy on a far greater scale, but according to the Vietnamese we spoke to, too many Americans still do not get it.

In his autobiography ‘Unreasonable Behaviour’, the British photographer Don McCullin, who produced some of the most memorable images of the conflict, wrote: “Years later I went back to Hue and walked through that battleground, where I had been so close to death, where I felt I was death’s permanent companion. It seemed so inconsequential, the whole thing. Those men who died, and those men who were maimed for life, went through all that, and it was totally futile, as all wars are known to be. Without profit, without horizons, without joy.”

Shell shocked US Marine, Hue
Perhaps Don McCullin's best known Vietnam picture

We had spent more than two hours among beautiful old, or restored, or reconstructed buildings, but, as the photographs above have shown, the damaged and unrestored stood alongside. At the start, as we approached the Ngo Mon gate, Vinh had opened his folder and produced a well-thumbed photograph showing two marines running across the space that in my photograph below is filled by a temporary stage for a forthcoming festival. The marines were moving quickly, expecting to come under fire, the gate’s superstructure was broken and shattered. Afterwards I found it impossible to divorce what we were seeing from the devastation of 1968 and it was almost a relief to finally leave the Citadel and head to the Dong Ba market.

Ngo Mon Gate to The Citadel
Hue

Dong Ba Market


The covered market next to the bus station is a typical bustling Southeast Asian market. It is all about life, or an aspect of life anyway, which is an improvement on death.

Dong Ba Market, Hue

Some Unusual Fruit

The fruit stalls spilled outside, as fruit stalls often do. Among the unfamiliar offerings were dark green fruits which looked exactly like oranges, except for the colour. When cut open they turned out to be….well… oranges, the difference, as with human beings, was only skin deep. If oranges had been green in the west, the whole history of Northern Ireland would have been different.

Another fruit we encountered was this one….

Mystery Fruit, Hue

The shape and size of a pear, it was coloured like an apple but with a slightly waxy skin, and with a recessed base with four divisions like a quince. There was one in the fruit basket at our hotel, so in the interests or research we peeled it and ate it. We decided, though without much conviction, that it was an apple. What it really was we found out when we reached the Mekong delta. For the moment it remained a mystery - though the impatient may click the link and scroll down for all to be revealed.

Dinner and Breakfast and More Previously Unknown Foodstuffs

The evening was filled with steady drizzle. Rather than travelling the mile or so to the restaurant quarter we decided to eat in our hotel. The last time we did this was in 2010 in Rongjiang in Southern China. It was a mistake then, it was a mistake now.

In a vast, almost empty dining room, we were seated and then ignored. Eventually somebody took an order. Then a tour party arrived. They were finishing their set meal when dinner at last turned up for us. I was presented with a plate of duck meat marinated in ginger and lemon grass. It was excellent, but that was all there was. Something should have been said when I ordered it. That might have been an unreasonable expectation in a local café, but in a four star hotel catering mainly for western tourists…..

02-Apr-2012

At breakfast the room was more crowded and the waiting staff much keener to help, in fact too keen. We placed our tea and fruit juice on our chosen table and set off to explore the extensive buffet. By the time we returned our tea and juice had been cleared. Lynne thought it prudent to stand guard over our breakfasts while I fetched replacements.

They did, however, supply us with two foods we had never eaten before. Sapodilla is a fruit native to Central America and the Caribbean, though it is now grown widely throughout the tropics. Only ripening when picked and outwardly looking vaguely like a potato, its sweet brown-tinged flesh has the texture of a pear and a pleasing, caramel-like flavour. Gracilaria is an algae which is widespread throughout the world and is cultivated as a food in Japan and the Philippines. The dark cubes of gracilaria jelly on the breakfast buffet were slightly sweet but with little other flavour. I am not sure how you eat them or what you should eat them with, but I suspect they are full of something which does you good. There would be no point otherwise.

Thus fortified we set of with Vinh for a full day’s sightseeing….

*Lyndon Johnson told the nation
Have no fear of escalation
I am trying everyone to please
Though it isn't really war
We're sending fifty thousand more
To help save Vietnam from Vietnamese

(Tom Paxton, 1965)

Saturday, 31 March 2012

Hanoi (3), the Ho Chi Minh Mausoleum and the Temple of Literature: Vietnam North to South Part 8

Ho Chi Minh, Harry Enfield and Academic Tortoises


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Our Train from Lao Cai reached Hanoi at 4 am on Saturday morning. Truong (call me Joe) was on the platform to meet us, looking more awake than most people can manage at that hour. We drove back to our hotel and checked in to complete our night’s sleep.

Joe turned up again after breakfast and we set off to see Ho Chi Minh.

Ho Chi Minh Mausoleum and Memorial


Ho Chi Minh in 1946
Ho Chi Minh was born in 1890 and educated by the French. He travelled in Europe, joined the communist party, and rose through its ranks in the Soviet Union and China. He returned to Vietnam in 1941 to lead the struggle for independence.

Following the French defeat at Dien Bien Phu in 1954, Vietnam was partitioned and Ho became president of North Vietnam. His next task was to unify his country. In keeping with their world view at the time, the Americans misinterpreted this local struggle for unification as part of a global war between ‘communism’ and ‘the free world’. They compounded this error by throwing their full might behind the discredited and hopelessly corrupt government of South Vietnam. This monumental blunder prolonged the war by ten years, killed over a million Vietnamese (and almost 60,000 Americans) and made no change to the final result.

The Ho Chi Minh Mausoleum

Ho Chi Minh died in 1969 with his dream of an independent and united Vietnam unrealised. He wanted to be cremated, but instead his body was embalmed and placed in a mausoleum in Ba Dinh square where he had earlier declared Vietnamese independence. The lower part of the mausoleum echoes Lenin’s tomb, the upper part has a more local inspiration. As a piece of architecture it is somewhat brutalist, but at least it would not blow away in a high wind.

Ho Chi Minh's Mausoleum
(and Harry Enfield photographing the Enfield family)

There is always a queue to see Uncle Ho, but it is especially long on a Saturday – the French occupation having given the Vietnamese a proper understanding of le weekend. A few places ahead of us was a tall westerner with his family. He looked vaguely familiar. ‘Isn’t that Harry Enfield?’ Lynne asked. It is not easy to recognise someone you usually see dressed up and in character, but his voice is very distinctive, and yes, it was Harry Enfield (non-British readers may be unfamiliar with the name, if so click here).

Queuing to see Ho Chi Minh
(We travelled half way round the world to see green wheelie bins identical to the one outside our backdoor)

The queue moved steadily and we soon reached security. Ho Chi Minh would complete our set as we had visited Mao in 2004 and Lenin in 2007  [No. There is also Kim Il Sung and Kim Jong Il - we saw them in Pyongyang in 2013] and, by comparison, security was relaxed. Lynne was allowed to keep her handbag containing her phone, though had we made a call or, even worse, used it as a camera I would be writing this from a Vietnamese prison.

Once through security we saw the queue stretched on, and was being merged with another from a different entrance. We were patient and it moved quickly enough, so we soon reached the mausoleum and filed past the body. The lighting was sombre and, as with Mao and Lenin, the smart and rather scary guards ensured, all hands were removed from pockets, no one loitered and there was a dignified silence. Ho Chi Minh looked peaceful and real, which is more than can be said for the other two.

The French Governor of Indo-China's Palace

Beyond the mausoleum we came to the palace of the French governor of Indochina.

Palace of the French governor of Indochina, Hanoi

Ho Chi Minh's Accommodation and Cars - and an Encpounter with Harry Enfield

Ho Chi Minh inherited the palace when he became president, but instead chose to live in the more modest surroundings of the cook’s house. We joined the crowds gawping through the glass at the very plain rooms in which he lived and worked, and then at a display of his old cars. Next to a huge armour plated beast donated by the Russians was his beaten up green Peugeot.

Musing on the profound coincidence that I also drive a Peugeot, I turned round and bumped into Harry Enfield. I suddenly felt the need to shake his hand and tell him who he was. He already knew that, so I burbled on a little and made even more of a fool of myself, but at least I did not try to do any of his characters. Harry was very gracious and polite, we wished each other a pleasant holiday and I gave him my space so he too could stare at Ho Chi Minh’s Peugeot while we moved on to the house on stilts.

Ho Chi Minh's stilt house, Hanoi

Having hidden out with ethnic Thais during his struggle he had a traditional Thai stilt house built and moved into it from the cook’s residence. The tide of Vietnamese pilgrims swept us up the steps, past his rooms and then down again. There is a debate about how much time he spent in the stilt house as it is said to be connected to an underground bunker, which would be a far more sensible place to stay during American bombing raids.

Ho's living quarters, Stilt House, Hanoi

The One Pillar Pagoda

Ho Chi Minh’s various homes, used and unused, are set in a beautifully landscaped botanical garden. The tiny One Pillar Pagoda nearby, considered one of the symbols of Hanoi, is rather overshadowed by the Ho Chi Minh museum. Built in the 11th century by King Le Thai Tong, it has suffered some heavy-handed restoration and the concrete single pillar looks anything but 11th century.

The One Pillar Pagoda, Hanoi

The Temple of Literature

The Temple of Literature is a short journey away. Confucianism maybe a philosophy not a religion, but the temple (like the Confucian temple in Beijing) looks remarkably like a religious building. Founded in 1076 to educate princes and high officials, the Vietnamese consider it their first university. The names and biographical details of those successful in the examinations between 1448 and 1779 are carved on stelae mounted on tortoises.

Stela on a tortoise, Temple of Literature, Hanoi

The French bombed the temple in 1947, destroying some of the stelae and several buildings. There has since been much careful reconstruction.

Drum, Temple of Literature, Hanoi

Lunch at L'Indochine

We lunched at the Restaurant L’Indochine, courtesy of Haivenu Travel. The set menu was largely served to tourists but the multiple small courses, chicken soup, banana flower salad, pork with sesame, beef with honey, chicken with lemon grass, prawns with onions and peppers in a sweet sauce was all very local and top quality.

Hanoi Beer, The pleasing, malty brew washed down every meal in Hanoi

We spent the afternoon shopping for presents and souvenirs - after all we could not go all that way without buying our grandson a tee-shirt.

In the evening we dined in a small restaurant near our hotel. The street was almost deserted and the restaurant was strangely quiet for a Saturday night. After we had eaten we strolled down to Hoan Kiem Lake and discovered where everybody was. Motorcyclists circled the lake in their thousands, the pavement was crowded and the bars and restaurants were heaving. Once we had found the right place it seemed Saturday night in Hanoi was noticeably lively.

 
Saturday night round Hoan Kiem Lake, Hanoi

Vietnam North to South

Part 3: Ha Long Bay
Part 11: Da Nang

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