Friends said that it is in the must-go list. The guidebook put it on the top list. I almost veered away from the normal
route. I’ve been to the Ho Chi Minh
Museum in Saigon and I thought since I’ve been to one, there is no need to go
elsewhere. However, I was indeed happy
that I didn’t skip this route.
I can’t give a detailed photograph of the museum as my
camera was taken in custody. This gave me more focus to breathe into the
experience and remember everything.
I can’t forget the long line. The queue was impossibly long at 8:00
AM. The locals and the foreigners were
there, fully observing the dress code! Although the line was long, people were much
disciplined. The presence of the museum
guards (must be military) also subdued the atmosphere. They were very much in command that there
glance or frown made one stand on the line on a hushed tone. (Yeah, I did the same! J)
Stepping into the mausoleum was just very quick. However, the atmosphere was very solemn. He was indeed revered as the father of the
nation. I’ve seen a local shed a tear
and lowered her head with a bow at the mere sight of the body of Uncle Ho. I was also kept silent looking into how he
managed to inspire Vietnam to fight against the colonizers and made one great
country humble.
I wonder if my country would also ever produce one leader
that would ever rally us to a change beyond our own personal interests.
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| A friend 'smuggled' her i-phone into the mausoleum. This is the only photo she prohibitively took. It was the Presidential Palace that we took and not the mausoleum though... |
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