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My Son – pronounced Mee Sun

February 10, 2012 Leave a comment Go to comments

A short ride out from Hoi An is the ancient Cham city of My Son. A very small version of Ankor Wat, this place was virtually destroyed by terrorists in the late 1960’s. Of the 68 temples that stood here, only around 20 remain in pretty poor condition nestled between the craters left from the B52 carpet bombings.




stunning 9th century temples before the bombings......

sad heap of rubble after the bombings....

Of the temples that do remain, a cluster imaginatively named B and C, are the best, giving an insight into how the 8th century brick edifices were constructed with the wonderful delicate carvings, far more detailed and advanced than those found in European civilisations of the same time. It makes it all the more sad, when you learn that the greatest temple, a magnificent 7 storey centrepiece, was destroyed on purpose by a sapper team from a helicopter because the main bombing runs failed to destroy it. Lyndon Johnson – you were a prat.

for those of you who enjoy seeing some bad bahaviour.

Being in the jungle area with these very old temples was a real treat, and once the tours left on their busses we pretty much had the place to ourselves. Wandering between  the ruins, we came across a very pretty snake about a metre long, first we watched, and because it was not paying us much attention, I played around with it with a long stick to get some nice pictures. Later that evening we identified it as a red necked keelback – a potentially deadly poisonous snake with no anti-venom! Maybe next time I will not be so stupid. That combined with the thousands of tunnel web spiders all over the ruins, and advice to keep to the path to avoid unexploded mines, made for one of our more dangerous day trips into the country.

our venomous snake

Our trip included a stop in a little local village famed for it’s clay pots and figurines as well as less illustrious tiles and bricks. The family we dropped in on kindly tolerated our efforts at throwing some pots and showed us around their traditional kilns. Of equal interest were the tile makers, laying out the thin tiles in the sun to dry before they went to be fired – that was before our guide accidentally walked on them.

the pottery village providing for the tourists of Hoi An.


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  1. fatclive
    February 17, 2012 at 7:07 pm

    You didn’t know that was a red necked keelback?
    Come on Al, school boy error or what!

    • February 27, 2012 at 12:29 am

      The irritating thing was that Kai knew – apparently he had seen something like it on Deadly 60! Anyway, the snake was placid, which was just as well, because if it had upset me, I would have had to slice it open and eat it’s still beating heart. (something that they do in the restaurant round the corner – yum).
      Talking of yum food, we are obviously getting more adventurous, because yesterday we had grilled grubs for lunch. Closets we can describe it is something like a soft peanut with cream cheese inside – very nice.
      Hope you are all well, love to the family,


  2. JL
    February 23, 2012 at 6:57 am

    Alanku, my take celou dobu sledujeme tvuj uzasny blog, jen bez komentaru, nebot ti nechceme kazit tvuj uzasny blog komentarem ve spatne anglictine. Ale koukame se sem casto a vzdy te znovu a znovu obdivujeme. Jozka a Helena

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