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Vietnam Women Museum,
Hanoi Police Museum
Hoa Lo Prison Memorial or
Hanoi Hilton
for Americans |
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Nhà Hàng Pho Bin
fish restaurant. No website with English. And at 3 o'clock in the
afternoon it was closed. Not good. The grilled
eel Martin did not have at the restaurant. |
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Phuong at the breakfast table
overlooking the city. The stairs were dangerous
for oldies. No rails. |
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Martin got his fill.
Seen here with a coffee cup of orange juice, since there were no more
glasses nor coffee. |
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Amazingly, the quantity
of food was severely lacking, where most of the bins were empty at 0800 in
the morning. Watch the empty bins.
Over too central Hanoi. And our
return over another bridge. |
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The
Vietnamese Woman Museum, was
worth while visit. Here Martin gets his audio
stuff handed out by Martin though was a woman that spoke very good English,
only learned from school. |
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Martin listens and watches.
Some paraphernalias in conjunction with weddings. |
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Engagement rings. Martin should get
one for Phuong. Phuong with a corn grinder
making maize flour. |
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Nice displays on the wall.
Photo from busy street life. |
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Martin is ogling some
fish traps. Phuong with carry baskets. |
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Time for a short
prayer. Phuong with some of the nice dresses. |
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The White Goddess of
the Vietnamese. Way down. |
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Time for the police
museum. Also a worth while visit. Martin with
some cop dummies. |
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Phuong imitating a cop
gir. Details of Phuong. |
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Phuong and a cop bike.
Tools of the trade. Even an old Sten-Gun did they have among two .45ACP
Thompson and grease gun, both of American origin. |
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Uniforms on display.
The commie symbol of Vietnam. |
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Martin relaxing in the
conference room. The big brass of the cop force
know how to make life comfortable. |
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Martin and Uncle Ho.
Phuong and Uncle Ho.
Misplaced photo from Hanoi Hilton. |
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Display of cop busts.
Martin and the cop bike. |
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They even have cyber
crime divisions. Not bad. And the displays are
really formidable. Very impressive. |
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Hanoi Hilton,
Vietnamese style with Phuong.
And this is how our visit to the prison ends. The
Vietnamese are portrayed there as a great nation respecting its worst enemy
and ‘’transforming’’ the prison for Americans into a 3-star hotel despite
the atrocities executed on their nation by the same worst enemy.. It’s not
what we expected ..!
After having a deeper insight into some historical materials
regarding the prison and watching a drama ”Hanoi Hilton” (1987), it turned
out that the Vietnamese version of events has nothing to do with the reality
of those times. The drama focuses on the suffering, torture and
ill-treatment of US prisoners, who had to pretend in front of their families
that they were doing quite well in that prison. Hence myriads of images in
the prison/museum which are allegedly evidence of good treatment of the
American prisoners by the Vietnamese. It is sad and surprising at the same
time that such an image full of hypocrisy and falsehood is presented to the
visitors of this place. |
The almond tree story. It is good. |
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Shackles used by the
French. Cell used by the French. |
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Big shoes.
Nice backyard. |
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Commies don't talk
about their
own atrocities.
In a very nice backyard, they had made this mural. |
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Martin and Phuong in
front of the main monument. It is very nice. |
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When we came out, we
got some rain from the skies so we hired a rickshaw that took us to the
closed restaurant,
Nhà Hàng Pho Bin
fish restaurant. Busy wet streets |
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Off we went some 300
meters. Through wet street. But we were dry in
the rickshaw covered up in plastic. |
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Instead of
Nhà Hàng Pho Bin
fish restaurant which was closed, we ended up here, The
Vuvuzela retaurant. Click the link for the intention behind the
restaurant. The interior was nice and inviting. |
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Martin ordered spareribs. His favorite.
Nice spare rib, which they didn't have. Of 5 dishes, Martin ordered, only
two were available. Not good. Details of what martin ordered.
The beers they serve is another story. To
quote a review:
“The space is big and comfortable, and they have good beer,”
he said, reaching out to clink mugs of Carlsberg with his two dining
companions.
It may be, but they had not the standard local
beers, but some craft beer that tasted like camel piss. The only decent beer
was this one, from Czech. |
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