A month in Hoi An
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A slight mishap today, as Dingo Deli was closed when we arrived. So we took a bit of a walk to the busy part of town and ate at Home Taste.
Conspicuously more expensive than most other places as it's right on the river, but not exorbitant or anything. Hell even the boy ate a curry.
We also had some canine company.
Conspicuously more expensive than most other places as it's right on the river, but not exorbitant or anything. Hell even the boy ate a curry.
We also had some canine company.
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Enjoyed a little solo walk this afternoon to visit the Martyrs' Cemetery of Hoi An. Only a kilometre or so from our villa.
It honours, and is the resting place of, many of the fallen men and women who hailed from Hoi An and surrounds. Not just during the Vietnam War (theAmerican War as it's called here), but also in conflicts during French colonial times dating back more than 120 years.
Seems to be set out in a baroque style. Big cenotaph and matching gazebos, with row upon row of tombs.
The view from the entrance.
Not sure what exactly you'd call this. Nor did I have any clue what it said. I've taken the liberty of turning to Google Translate for a partial rendition, but I obviously can't vouch for accuracy.
CURVED
FOREVER REMEMBERED
Cua Doi, Hoai River
Cu Lao, Hoi An
Charming scene
Heroic person
One- time trading port
Old town forever
Nguyen Duy Hieu raised the banner of the Righteous Association, wielding the sword of the Royalist movement to strike fear into the enemy; in the execution ground, he defiantly wrote poetry, his righteous words shining brightly across the mountains and rivers. Chau Thuong Van embraced the winds of the Reform movement, his democratic doctrines terrifying the enemy; in prison, he calmly went on a hunger strike, his broom shining like the moon and stars.
Determined to shatter slavery, the resurgence of the Communist Party, a misguided force, to crush the shackles of oppression, a day of reconstruction, Ho Chi Minh leads the way.
In the autumn of the fourth year, that amount of work covered hundreds of regions. On the night of the 17th of the first month, under the golden star, the deity was everywhere.
"The voice of the mountains and rivers resounds... BETTER TO SACRIFICE EVERYTHING... I" Old and young alike blazed with the spirit of meritorious service: men and women were filled with the fervent spirit of saving the country; potatoes and seeds were snatched from the enemy's hands; street corners and village entrances were stained red with the blood of innocent civilians. Secret tunnels sheltered cadres and provided supplies to the battlefield. Homemade mines were used to destroy enemy boats; rudimentary guns were used to destroy enemy outposts and fortifications. The fire of Dien Bien Phu, the total destruction of the provincial capital, the liberation of Thong Dang prison, the devastation of Kho Dau wharf... together with the whole country, we achieved victory.
Tears still wet behind my eyes, yet I swallow more resentment than at Ben Hai Hien Luong... My head still covered in white mourning cloth, I also swallow the bitterness of Vinh Trinh and Cho Duoc...
Unable to sit idly by, the indomitable spirit ignited the flames of struggle for the truth: "VIETNAM IS ONE..." They fought fiercely, breaking through prison barriers, joining the South in eradicating evil and destroying the system: with bamboo sticks and homemade guns, barefoot and bareheaded, they took up arms in the night of the uprising. Living the revolutionary life, they shook the cities, determined to charge forward with Da Nang and Saigon... the land and people shouted in unison, charging forward, villages and towns united in the fight against the Americans.
Offering up to Mother Mary, reaching high to block the chains of the bicycle.
My sister's tribe drooled as they turned their guns on the enemy.
The prison was overrun, the district capital was razed to the ground.
The naval vessels were wrecked, and the fort was completely destroyed.
The sky over Phuoc Trach was ablaze with dark clouds.
The land of Tra Que is a mix of pink and white sand.
Water and land, flat plains, corpses lying exposed in the Seven- Acre Coconut Forest
In the years of Mau Than and Ky Dau, guns roared over the city's strongholds.
The final battle shook the four corners of the earth with thunder.
The fatal blow to the roots of the heart.
The flag of victory flies over the streets of Hoi An.
A triumphant song sung in the spring...
Thirty years of unwavering loyalty and steadfast commitment; half a century of fulfilling the vow of liberation.
The glorious land of heroes - a legacy etched in history.
A radiant homeland of culture and heritage.
Recalling those rainy nights, trenches sharing fire, and dark bunkers without food.
Dien Ban - Duy Xuyen - Thang Binh... Comradeship remains strong.
With the lingering warmth of many scorching days, the rice grains need to be in pairs, the pill needs to be discarded.
Hoi An - Thanh Hoa - Hai Phong... True brotherhood.
When we set out, we slept under the open sky, determined to sacrifice ourselves. When we returned, flowers and lanterns were hung, mourning those who were gone!
It honours, and is the resting place of, many of the fallen men and women who hailed from Hoi An and surrounds. Not just during the Vietnam War (theAmerican War as it's called here), but also in conflicts during French colonial times dating back more than 120 years.
Seems to be set out in a baroque style. Big cenotaph and matching gazebos, with row upon row of tombs.
The view from the entrance.
Not sure what exactly you'd call this. Nor did I have any clue what it said. I've taken the liberty of turning to Google Translate for a partial rendition, but I obviously can't vouch for accuracy.
CURVED
FOREVER REMEMBERED
Cua Doi, Hoai River
Cu Lao, Hoi An
Charming scene
Heroic person
One- time trading port
Old town forever
Nguyen Duy Hieu raised the banner of the Righteous Association, wielding the sword of the Royalist movement to strike fear into the enemy; in the execution ground, he defiantly wrote poetry, his righteous words shining brightly across the mountains and rivers. Chau Thuong Van embraced the winds of the Reform movement, his democratic doctrines terrifying the enemy; in prison, he calmly went on a hunger strike, his broom shining like the moon and stars.
Determined to shatter slavery, the resurgence of the Communist Party, a misguided force, to crush the shackles of oppression, a day of reconstruction, Ho Chi Minh leads the way.
In the autumn of the fourth year, that amount of work covered hundreds of regions. On the night of the 17th of the first month, under the golden star, the deity was everywhere.
"The voice of the mountains and rivers resounds... BETTER TO SACRIFICE EVERYTHING... I" Old and young alike blazed with the spirit of meritorious service: men and women were filled with the fervent spirit of saving the country; potatoes and seeds were snatched from the enemy's hands; street corners and village entrances were stained red with the blood of innocent civilians. Secret tunnels sheltered cadres and provided supplies to the battlefield. Homemade mines were used to destroy enemy boats; rudimentary guns were used to destroy enemy outposts and fortifications. The fire of Dien Bien Phu, the total destruction of the provincial capital, the liberation of Thong Dang prison, the devastation of Kho Dau wharf... together with the whole country, we achieved victory.
Tears still wet behind my eyes, yet I swallow more resentment than at Ben Hai Hien Luong... My head still covered in white mourning cloth, I also swallow the bitterness of Vinh Trinh and Cho Duoc...
Unable to sit idly by, the indomitable spirit ignited the flames of struggle for the truth: "VIETNAM IS ONE..." They fought fiercely, breaking through prison barriers, joining the South in eradicating evil and destroying the system: with bamboo sticks and homemade guns, barefoot and bareheaded, they took up arms in the night of the uprising. Living the revolutionary life, they shook the cities, determined to charge forward with Da Nang and Saigon... the land and people shouted in unison, charging forward, villages and towns united in the fight against the Americans.
Offering up to Mother Mary, reaching high to block the chains of the bicycle.
My sister's tribe drooled as they turned their guns on the enemy.
The prison was overrun, the district capital was razed to the ground.
The naval vessels were wrecked, and the fort was completely destroyed.
The sky over Phuoc Trach was ablaze with dark clouds.
The land of Tra Que is a mix of pink and white sand.
Water and land, flat plains, corpses lying exposed in the Seven- Acre Coconut Forest
In the years of Mau Than and Ky Dau, guns roared over the city's strongholds.
The final battle shook the four corners of the earth with thunder.
The fatal blow to the roots of the heart.
The flag of victory flies over the streets of Hoi An.
A triumphant song sung in the spring...
Thirty years of unwavering loyalty and steadfast commitment; half a century of fulfilling the vow of liberation.
The glorious land of heroes - a legacy etched in history.
A radiant homeland of culture and heritage.
Recalling those rainy nights, trenches sharing fire, and dark bunkers without food.
Dien Ban - Duy Xuyen - Thang Binh... Comradeship remains strong.
With the lingering warmth of many scorching days, the rice grains need to be in pairs, the pill needs to be discarded.
Hoi An - Thanh Hoa - Hai Phong... True brotherhood.
When we set out, we slept under the open sky, determined to sacrifice ourselves. When we returned, flowers and lanterns were hung, mourning those who were gone!
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A panoramic shot from the base of the cenotaph out to the tombs.
One of the gazebos, which contain marble engravings of the fallen martyrs.
Not surprisingly there are hundreds of hundreds of names.
These names honour the heroic mothers of Vietnam.
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Hundreds of identical tombs laid out in a grid. Some fancier ones at the rear of the grounds.
A handful had more personal tributes. Not sure how long they'd been there.
I saw a groundskeeper leave and I knew I was the only person in the cemetery, so I was a tad shocked when I heard a voice behind some palm trees. Turns out someone had left a speaker on this tomb. The red bowl looking thing. Could be several reasons for doing so I suppose. Might have been there a while it looked a tad weather worn.
A view back the cenotaph.
And again through the small pines.
And then it was time to walk back home. Across the road from the cemetery is a school, and the kids were finishing dor the day. It was scooter mayhem.
A handful had more personal tributes. Not sure how long they'd been there.
I saw a groundskeeper leave and I knew I was the only person in the cemetery, so I was a tad shocked when I heard a voice behind some palm trees. Turns out someone had left a speaker on this tomb. The red bowl looking thing. Could be several reasons for doing so I suppose. Might have been there a while it looked a tad weather worn.
A view back the cenotaph.
And again through the small pines.
And then it was time to walk back home. Across the road from the cemetery is a school, and the kids were finishing dor the day. It was scooter mayhem.
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