Destination: Ho Chi Minh City – Accommodations: Huong Sen Hotel Saigon
This morning after breakfast, we boarded our bus for the trek to see the Cu Chi Tunnels, a 125 mile long underground maze where thousands of fighters and villagers hid and fought during the Vietnam war. The South Vietnamese Communists, or Viet Cong, built this vast network of tunnels in and around the district of Cu Chi. The tunnels include mess halls, meeting rooms, small factories, and vast ammunition stores. The tunnels were used as a base for operations for the Tet offensive in 1968.
For the Viet Cong, life in the tunnels was difficult. Air, food, and water were scarce, and the tunnels were infested with ants, venomous centipedes, snakes, scorpions, spiders, and rodents. Most of the time, soldiers would spend the day in the tunnels working or resting and would come out only at night to scavenge for supplies, tend their crops, or fight the enemy. When they cooked in the tunnels, they arranged a venting system so that the cooking smoke would come out in a small area far away from where they were actually cooking. They would usually cook in the early morning so the steam that came out would blend in with the morning fog. Sickness was a big problem in the tunnels, especially malaria.
We had the opportunity to enter into the tunnels and duck walk to the next entrance/exit since the tunnels are, in some places, only three feet high. Allan went into one and turned around because it was too low for him to continue. I opted out.
After touring the tunnels, we had lunch prepared by a lady whose family lived through the war. She served our lunch and then spoke to us about the war. She said the GI ‘s were always kind to her family and they felt safe with them. Her father was a Viet Cong and died when he was 30 leaving his wife and five children. The lady said that she had to quit school to help her mom with the chores.
They wound be notified if there was going to be a bombing, and then they would run to the shelters about 2 miles away, bringing with them tapioca for the kids to eat. The babies who were too young to eat the tapioca drank sugar water.
It was very emotional realizing what the GI’s had to endure while searching for the Viet Cong. It was an awful time in history and GI’s are still suffering from the effects of agent orange and PTSD.
On the way back to the hotel, James sang and played the guitar with harmonica accompaniment – Blowin’ In the Wind.
“Yes, and how many deaths will it take ’til he knows
That too many people have died? The answer, my friend, is blowin’ in the wind. The answer is blowin’ in the wind.”
A poignant song to end the afternoon.
We had the farewell dinner tonight since we are flying to Hanoi tomorrow and Are will no longer be our guide. Are was perhaps the best guide we have ever had, and we will miss his smile and his many kindnesses.
The dinner was nice and we all shared our favorite moments of the trip. Allan shared that he thought Are was the most wonderful guide we’ve ever had in our 14 OAT trips. He also shared that seeing Angkor Wat was the highlight of the trip for him.
I shared that standing in awe…and then fear … when we visited the tarantula lady and watched as she searched for tarantula holes, was unforgettable for me. Especially when I walked carefully to avoid any hidden tarantula holes upon hearing the lady AND members of our group call out…”Oh…there’s a hole”… “Oh wait there’s another hole” “oh look…that’s a big hole.” YIKES!!!!
And getting up early to feed the monks during the alms ceremony was very moving for me – made more meaningful by the monks walking for peace across the United States that is happening now. For that quiet time in the early morning, I reflected about the need for peace in the world, peace for my country, peace for my family, peace for those on the trip with us, and peace for myself.
During dessert, I was asked by popular demand to tell some more jokes, and i regaled the group with my parrot joke, the broccoli joke, and the grasshopper joke. Everyone loved them and laughed heartily. They said I’m a great joke teller and should do stand up. (Again…I’ll be here all week folks!!)
We said goodbye to two couples in our group who were not going on the post trip and of course, a tearful farewell to Are.
Allan and I went with another couple to a hotel rooftop bar for a glass of wine, and then it was back to our hotel and off to bed.
Tomorrow we fly to Hanoi.

Using egg shells to make beautiful pictures.

An unusual craft, but a beautiful one.

At the Cu Chi Tunnels. Leftover ammunition from the war

This looks like a termite nest but it is a ventilation system for one of the underground tunnels. GI’s would send dogs to sniff out the Viet Cong but the Viet Cong were clever. They would kill a GI and then put his scent from his clothing around the mound to fool the dogs.

The ladies dressed in black to look like farmers, but they were Viet Cong. The problem was, no one could tell who was to be trusted and who wasn’t.

One of the many entries to the underground tunnel system

Coming out of the tunnel

The guide showed us this trick. First the Viet Cong would lift the wood cover and start the descent to the tunnel.

Then he would cover the wooden top with leaves.

Then the leaf laden wooden top would be held overhead as the soldier descended to the tunnel

Now the entry door is totally hidden.

And the soldier can come out another exit to avoid being caught.

The sleeping hammock could also be used for a body bag if necessary.

The wide bamboo shoots were used for ventilation in the tunnels

A bomb fell here and made a crater. The Viet Cong were clever. After a bomb hit, they would then hide in that area since they figured a bomb wouldn’t hit the same place twice.

They wore sandals that they fashioned the opposite way – the toe portion to the back – so when they walked, it looked like they were walking in the opposite direction so the GI’s wouldn’t know what direction they really went.

We had a snack of tapioca that was a staple for the people during the war.

Traps that the Viet Cong set

If a GI stepped on this, he would fall into bamboo sharpened spikes. A horrible way to either be maimed or to die.



The lady who prepared our lunch and then shared her story during the Vietnam war.

Allan in one of the tunnels


























































































































































