examples of bombs dropped by the AmericansWe were all eager to visit the
Cu Chi Tunnels, a site of the Vietnamese resistance during the Vietnam war, and now a museum, so we booked a tour with the famous Sinh Cafe. We had an unscheduled stop on the way at a shop selling ‘traditional Vietnamese crafts handmade by the handicapped’. There was no evidence of anyone disabled (or actually, anyone at all) at the ‘workshop’, and the finished goods looked identical to the mass produced tat on sale in a lot of the Saigon shops we had visited the day before. We didn’t purchase anything, needless to say.
an American tank that was abandoned and then used by the VietCongThe Cu Chi Tunnels museum starts off with a brief film describing the lives of the Vietnamese fighters, and how the hidden underground tunnels, linking kitchens (with craftily disguised chimneys), armouries, factories and living quarters, were vital to the resistance. We then went for a wander around the jungle, visiting a few huts demonstrating what went on in the tunnel factories and mannequins dressed up as fighters. Then we got to the firing range, where you could if so moved, fire off an AK 47. I found this a tad disturbing, and instead sat around getting a headache until the tour was ready to move off again.
We were also treated to a gruesome display of the different traps used by the VietCong: it made me appreciate why so many American soldiers became horrifically paranoid. When I showed my Senior 2 students photos from my travels, this one of an man trap undoubtedly attracted the most interest!
At this point, I was really not impressed with the museum. But then we came to the centrepiece: the opportunity to go down into an original tunnel. Part of me was tempted to pass as I can get a bit claustrophobic, but it seemed stupid to spend my time and money trolling all the way out of Saigon, just to chicken out of doing the most interesting thing there.
So, full of trepidation, I crept down the narrow stairs of the widened entrance. And found myself in a pitch black space so tiny that I could only get along by bending double (I’m five foot four), and that kept getting smaller and smaller until I was creeping along almost on all fours. There were unexpected twists and stairs, and I anxiously kept an eye on the person in front of me.
I could feel panic bubbling, and struggled to keep my breathing regular and even, as my hands scraped along the rough walls, feeling my way. My brain was reduced to the short circuit of ‘Get Out! Too small! Get OUT!’. Every second lengthened. I was so, so glad when at a sudden turn there was a dim shaft of sunlight. When I was back above ground I realised that I’d traversed five metres at the very most. How people managed to adjust to spending a large amount of their lives in these tunnels is beyond my comprehension.
original tunnel entrance - thankfully the one we took to get into the tunnels was a bit bigger than this!In case I wasn’t feeling panicky enough, we had an extra few moments of anxiety when we realised that one of our party hadn’t emerged from the tunnels. I had a few moments of horror in case W had somehow managed to wander off into a tunnel he shouldn’t have and was lost under the jungle, but just as we were going off to alert our guide, he emerged.
Our last stop was at a mocked up dining room, where we ate some of the tapioca sticks dipped in spicy flavourings that much of the population subsisted on during the war. Most people didn’t take more after their first bite, but we all had a couple of sticks. It wasn’t great, and I certainly wouldn’t have wanted the stringy slightly dry blandness to be my main food stuff, but I’ve definitely eaten worse.
chowing down on tapiocaI’m glad I went, but it is a frustrating experience when it is clear that with some work and investment this could be an amazing world class museum, and much more informative about the experiences of the people who lived and fought here. Although perhaps in this respect the uniqueness of the Cu Chi Tunnels works against itself, as there is perhaps not a great incentive to invest in the site when you know that people will still come even if it is not a good as it could be.
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