04.02.2017 - 04.02.2017 26 °C
We signed up for a tour to My Son, which is a very old Champa religious site. The first temples were built in the 4th century and were continuously being built until the 13th century. Apparently, every king had to have a temple and they had 72 kings in that time period! (You are just a nobody if you don't have a temple built for you!) It originally covered 3 square kilometres, but due to the ravages of time, nature and war, there is only a small part of it available to see.
We were picked up at our place just before 8:00 am and taken to the tour office where we boarded a large bus. It took about an hour to get to the site and there were 2 bus loads in our tour, with one guide. They had little electric trolleys to take us up the mountain (thank goodness!). Temples are always built up high - everywhere we go. We only had about a 10 to 15 minute walk from the trolley stop into the site and it was fairly level. On the way in we stopped at a Champa arts performance put on for all the tour groups visiting the temples. Lots of culture in our lives these days! Then on to visit the temple ruins. We had a good informative visit to the several sites and then it was time to walk back to the trolley stop. I was wearing my Dawg sandals because my runners got soaked yesterday. The path we came back down on was very slippery for me. I had to walk slowly along the edge with Don holding my hand to keep me from falling. I'm a little paranoid about falling - have already fallen once this trip and do not want to do it again, particularly in the mucky rainy path! Finally made it back, but we were some of the last people to board the bus. We had opted to take a boat part of the way back to Hoi An, so after about 1/2 hour on the bus, we stopped and some of us boarded a boat. It was quite nice cruising down the river and we saw something we hadn't seen before, a bridge just for motorbikes! Very practical here!
Once back in Hoi An, we were taken to a little cafe for a light lunch, supplied as part of the tour. Then we were on our own again. As we walked thru the market, we stopped to watch a man carving faces from bamboo roots. He looked at Don and said I have just the one for you. He found this face he had carved and enjoyed having his picture taken with Don.
We did some more looking at the old establishments in the Old Town. One house we visited (about 200 years old) had 7 generations of the family live in it. In fact, they still owned the house and the 6th and 7th generations lived on the second floor (where we were not allowed to go). When the river floods, the ground floor of this house floods as well. They move all the furniture upstairs thru a hole in the ceiling with a block and tackle before the flood.
We did go and pick up our new shorts. I think they will be a good addition to our travel clothes. We had bought tickets for another cultural event that happened at 5:00 pm so we found the theatre and settled into our comfy seats. It was only about 45 minutes, but it was entertaining. Although all the different cultures seem to be blurring together in my head, so maybe I need a break for a day or two. After the show, we had supper at a nearby restaurant and then took a taxi home after a long, full day.