One of the weirdest trips we made was to Vietnam. Being a child of the time when the US was fighting communism in that corner of the world, I had read quite a lot of books and seen the most important movies related to that era. And being interested in history, I had also read up on the French in what was then called Indo China.
Saigon was now called Ho Chi Minh City, but Hanoi was still Hanoi. And Hue, of fame for its citadel and the destruction of most of it in battle, was right along the trip. In reality Saigon was still Saigon, including US marine jeeps carrying tourists, Hue was a combination of being a very hot typical Asian city with the ruins of the citadel across the Perfume River and Hanoi was two day’s travel away through a landscape that until a few years ago had been unreachable for travelers.
But communism was now socialism and tourism was promoted. The result was a jungle of commercial signs and electric cables, criss crossing in front of any view that was worth looking at. It took me more than an hour to take the above shot without getting all of that crap in it as well. And on other occasions I had to revert to photoshop to erase cables destroying a sky over some fantastic boats.
A weird trip, as when we returned home, we stated that we would never go there again. But something is making me revisit it virtually time after time, scanning photos, thinking about what I saw. Or felt.