My Son

My Son is actually the old Champa capital (the originally Vietnamese people...kind of like the Native Americans)...NOT A CONFESSIONAL ENTRY ABOUT A LOVE CHILD I FAILED TO TELL ANYONE ABOUT!!!

Mom and I decided to escape Hoi An for a few hours and check out My Son, which was about an hour outside of the city. Neither of us had any idea of what to expect, but I had read in our trusty Lonely Planet, that it was a small version of Angkor Wat, so I figured...I may or may not make it to Angkor Wat, so I might as well check this place out...and man oh man am I glad I did.

It was really cool, although a bit sad, as there had been a really bloody battle that took place during the American/Vietnam war here...so many of the towers had been destroyed by bombs and such, plus over time alot of it had gotten pillaged..nonetheless, it was really awesome to be able to walk around the ruins (there were no fences) and pretend to be Indiana Jones, discovering a treasure (my mom and I were the only ones at the sight, so it was really easy to pretend we were the discoverers)...

The towers were all made out of bricks, after the bricks were layed the Champa people carved intricate details into the walls...leaving behind gorgeous buildings. It was trully a sight to behold.

Then we saw a strange red snake (I have no idea what kind of snake it was) and my mom decided maybe we should get out of there, before anything attacks one of us and the other has to drag the person 2 miles back to the car (and it really was a long walk to the car...and probably really far from a hospital..as we were in the jungle). So we headed back to the hotel for another bowl of cau lao.