Day 10 - Hoi An to MySon and back - Cultural diversion
I rode out to the My Son ruins through flat rice paddy meadows and over lazy streams. Arriving at 10 there were already many tourists who had arrived on the coaches that had been trying to kill me for the last two weeks, so I had to wait a while for a guide.
By this time it was blowing my mind that people were sitting on coaches and being shipped about behind tinted glass from Attraction A to Attraction B.
Poor bugger was frozen to the side of the water I bought, had to peel him off and bin him when some kid started screaming -
A lovely young lady called Ms. Yung took me around the ruins. I felt wrong for doing such a touristy thing but I had never seen Hindu sites modern or ancient, and the experience was interesting. I had the opportunity to talk to Ms. Yung a while about her education, growing up in the country and moving to Saigon to go to college, before settling in Hoi An to work at the ruins, a very interesting person. I found that many of the girls who worked in tourism had been to Saigon for a degree in language and tourism before returning to their hometown. I wondered if they had a choice.
Once back near my hotel I arranged for a guide to accompany me to my next major destination, Kon Tum, for two days. I had heard there were some beautiful secret waterfalls in the valleys ahead but needed some local knowledge to find them. By the evening I was looking forward to being in the middle of nowhere again.