Weekend in Vietnam and then BBQ at our apartment was a great combo.
Vietnam was amazing for the following reasons:
1. Hong
2. Hong's mom
3. Hong's uncle
4. Yale alumni
5. Banh mi (YUMMM)
6. interconnected history with US (yeah i know this is more boring, but still a big part of this trip)
So once we got out of the airport Hong has this huge 15-seater van come pick us up

and bring us straight to the Cu Chi tunnels. For a group of 9, having transportation taken care of is an amazing thing, especially when the cu chi tunnels are like almost two hours away. Of course, along the way there we pick up some fresh and yummy omelette banh mi (vietnamese sandwich).
When we get there Hong tells the "Asian looking ones" to hush and pretend to be Vietnamese since its free entry for locals, haha. But once we get to the counter, this guy starts speaking to us in Vietnamese and we all stare blankly at him...total fail. Walking through the Cu Chi tunnels was a pretty cool experience though, made me feel slighly claustrophobic. It's a miracle that Eric (who is over 6 feet) got through them. To imagine running through these three feet high tunnels with guns is slightly ridiculous. They showed us this video at the beginning of the tour that was total propaganda: "The Americans came and bombed women and children, and pots and pans." Molly was definitely falling asleep during the video.
Later that day we went to the War Remnants Museum and it was the first time I've wanted to cry after a museum exhibit. I'm sure Auschwitz and other concentration camp musuems are probably worse, but for me, this was the most heart wrenching exhibit I've seen. At first walking in, all I saw was propaganda talking about American aggressors who attacked and tortured innocent Vietnamese women, children and farmers. But when I got to the exhibit about the after effects of Agent Orange, it was impossible to detach oneself and think about war purely from an abstract political standpoint. These were pictures of individuals whose lives were completely destroyed by the after effects of war. Mothers whose children were severely deformed or disabled and would need taking care of for their whole life. So 70 year old women were still bathing and washing their 50 year old sons. They displayed a letter that a girl wrote to President Obama. She was a third generation victim of the aftereffects of Agent Orange, pleading to Obama to give aid to the victims. She quotes his speeches in which he talks about his daughters, and his belief in providing children with opportunities to pursue their dreams and asks, "don't we deserve a chance too?"
Going through this museum puts our lives into perspective. How insignificant our own fears and concerns are. How we're so privileged to be going to college, to live in a rich country and have the resources to travel and spend money on frivolous things. I think for most people, seeing horrors and atrocities is a reason to refute the existence of a higher, all-good, supreme being. But I think that seeing such violence makes me think how much more we need God. A world without God would be unimaginably ugly.
After that we went to drop by at an alumni's house and I discovered in these neighborhoods there are hidden gems everywhere. By that I mean that you can walk into an alleyway or street that looks extremely dilapilated and poor, but then walk through gates to find a beautiful house, several stories high. Houses are built on an individual basis, so what you find around it doesn't necessarily signify what every house is like.
For dinner, Hong's uncle (who isn't really a relative), in addition to hiring us a driver, takes us out to eat at a seafood restaurant and gives Hong money to buy each of us a drink later. This man can barely speak English, so we couldn't even express our gratitude in any way or have much of a conversation with him. All I ended up finding out was that he owns a rubber exporting company. But his generosity is just amazing. It pays to have friends around the world.
Later we tried to take a look at the clubbing scene in Vietnam but Hong's mom, like most other moms is a protective mother hen and came to pick us up at 12 am sharp from the bar and ushered us home. Even though it was a little early, we didn't mind. We were tired and she has already been so generous. Hosting 8 of us all at the same time.
Sunday was visitng the Reunification Palace and shopping at the touristy markets, the quintiessential haggling experience. We got on at 5:30p.m. flight and got home by 10 p.m.
Right after, Monday was July 4th! BBQ at La Crystal. It got a rough start since the charcoal we got was taking forever to light. Most people just ended up snacking and drinking some beer. But it was plenty fun. We definitley had almost 50 people there throughout the night and I met quite a bit of interesting people. It's crazy to halfway across world and meet people who are just from all over. Really shows you how small technology has made the world.
I probably won't be traveling again this weekend, but it's going to be a busy week with two dinner seminars, Hong's birthday and a bunch of other things coming up!
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