Ho Chi Minh City Part 4

I had to re-upload Lindsay Lohan's nekkid pic because it violates one of Photobucket's conditions but really, they're not hard to find. If it's not on Google Images, just send an email to this guy at edison_2hot4u_73@hotmail.com and he'll sort you out. He has a fine collection of nude celebrity photos but with 86% less crotch fur, his Western selection is better than his Asian one.

Enough talk about pubic hair, this post is actually quite a sombre one. After our lunch at Chinatown (two posts ago), we headed down to the War Remnants Museum which is mainly about how the Americans are evil invaders and how they massacred whole villages, not sparing children or women. Also, the Vietnam War, as known to us, is known to the Vietnamese as the American War. However skewed the museum's message was, I had a genuinely interesting time viewing the war from "the other side".



This is the facade of the museum. I'm sure the half marble/half cement look is meant to represent the process of rebuilding Vietnam. Fuck, I'm a genius.



Outside, there is a number of captured American weapons on display, such as this Huey attack helicopter. The fact that I know its name just goes to prove that I'm a nerd. An awesome and genius nerd.

Oh what's that? There's something sticking out of the left side.



Fucking kickass.

Once you enter the museum itself, you are bombarded with tons of photographs and quotes depicting the Americans' heinous war crimes and the Vietcong's tremendous resilience and fighting spirit. That got tired after a while and this is coming from someone who works in the — nah, probably not a good idea to continue that sentence.



That's me. I was either really intrigued or yawning, can't really tell.



Kind of sad but hey, no one said War is about giving each other gifts over a cup of coffee and some cake.



These is not a shot of Lindsay Lohan's back but a victim of a bomb containing steel pellets.

What shocked me the most was probably looking at the effects of chemical warfare, such as these unlucky bastards here:



Not winning any beauty pageants any time soon, these ladies.

Of course, you can't talk about the usage of chemical warfare in the Vietnam War without mentioning the infamous Agent Orange. Besides a reasonably successful 80s' punk band, it's also one of the more obvious war crimes committed by the Americans during the 70s'.

Be warned, the following images are rather graphic and if you are an easy-queasy kind of person, scroll down really quick with your eyes closed. You know you're in safe zone if you see Lohan's tits when you open your eyes.

So, here they are, effects of Agent Orange:









I won't be commenting on them because guys, this is serious stuff.

I thought I was fine until they started playing a video of Agent Orange victims, I was so disturbed that I left the museum immediately, in quick, wide strides. Straight out of the main entrance.

The video was like these two combined, but with the added element of twenty quiet tourists all paying perfect attention. My sense of self-control wasn't strong that day so I had to leave because that's really the much better alternative to getting stoned alive.

After all the graphic photographs of ripped flesh, punctured skin, bleeding wounds, deformed babies and the descriptions of how the soldiers bayoneted children through their chests and burned harmless villagers with napalm, I had my post-lunch snack.



This cup of stewed beef brisket was bought from a roadside stall outside the museum walls and while I really love animal innards, this wasn't very tasty at all. The intestines and liver were chewy and flavourful enough but the gravy smelled and tasted like cheese. Which is fine when you're expecting cheese in the stew but no, the stew did not contain cheese. But it smelled like cheese.



Of course, I still finished the whole damn thing.