Let’s go back to the next entry about Ho Chi Minh City, Vietnam. Anne’s friendly nature made us interested in joining Chu Chi Tunnels Tour. At first we only used Anne’s service for the cruise. If you see Anne is very good, we continue to book to go Chu Chi Tunnels. I am very interested when Anne’s agency is not a Muslim. But I don’t think Anne is a Muslim. We want to try a tour with a Muslim travel agent.
Early in the morning after breakfast, we continued on to Anne’s office. There is a mini bus ready waiting for us. Although we were the last people to go up, luckily the front seats were not occupied. When the school time is very shocking, I sit in the back because later the teacher will not see what I am doing … hahahaha .. when I travel I prefer the front to see the view from the front Hehehehe.
In the mini-bus there is one group that Malay women in the jugak is 4-5 and one Australian family. Just because we were sitting, this group of hakak-hakak had a riot among them. Speak loudly echoing one bus. They are right behind our seat. At that time, we started to lose weight. The Brunei family of about 6-7 people spoke slowly.
Our tour guide is a Vietnamese mamat. When he gave an explanation..the gang of rights was busy trying to interrupt and laugh. The atmosphere in the bus was not the best. Not enough from that …. enjoy talking obscene to each other. My ears are ringing. I want to sleep but I can’t because the noise of the dorang overcomes everything. Nak sound pulak takut sebab dorang ramai..nampak macam kasar..tak pasal-pasal kena ganyang pulak..hahahahaha. Sometimes we think..this person is not ashamed of us and 1 Brunei family that has 2-3 men. If the driver and tour guide maybe don’t understand what these rights say. But … the Bruneians must understand.
This is the model who became the product2 ambassador here … hehehehe. I want to be as slim as a vase la la uolss … hehehe
If there is a bungalow, these vases are suitable as decoration.
This vase if it fits people..hahahaha
This is the route that visitors will take. If it rains sure rickshaw. The situation here seems to have maintained its condition for a long time.
Such a shed is provided for us to watch a video about the stories that took place during the war in Vietnam
Workers in Chu Chi Tunnel
People are very crowded. Demo of how the Vietnamese army hid in a small hole in the show. Torture apparently. Space that can only sit squatting body-loading. Sometimes people sit in there for days for the purpose of observing. He will be the first to give a warning if there are unwanted visitors.
Can you imagine how dorang can live in the ground ??
Our tour guide ..
Replica of the Vietnamese army
We reached the area to eat boiled cassava. I like any cassava-based food. Then I faced this cassava plate … hahahahah. Once the rights are many right … wanting to face 1 plate is not enough. My sis pulled out our plate to take a little. Once the plate was taken by one of them without even thinking we wanted to eat. Without saying thank you to what to. Hakak … why is this behavior ?? The incident was witnessed by our tour guide and the Brunei family. I look at my sis..why is that right baby ?? Zila doesn’t want to eat. As my tears welled up … hahahaha. Indeed, I am very sad … I was exhausted at that time.
Happy really can eat hot boiled sweet potatoes. Like in the village, my mother will mix grated coconut with salt and sugar to eat with cassava. Here, mashed fried beans mixed with chili powder, salt and sugar are used. Delicious too..other than others. The ones at the back are those rights.
In fact, visitors can feel the experience of entering the tunnel. But I’m scared even outside the tunnel..I want to go in again … it really isn’t … hahahaha. Not a tunnel can walk around yee … you have to bow down. I want to have a backache later..hahahhaa. Isk..a lot of laughter.
Everything is set..we also got on the bus. Thankfully those rights are tired kut. Pakat is silent in the bus. Hahahhaha. We are not back again ye. Stop by shopping … adoiii. The stopover made the rights excited. Shopping..it’s up to you. We were taken to a 3-storey bungalow. It looks like it is not even a Muslim house. But from the ground floor to the 3rd floor, everything is Muslimah clothes. It can be said that we were taken to the warehouse. The clothes there did not attract my attention at all. You can’t even get on the bus because the driver is locked. We were in front of the bungalow with the Brunei family. What shoppping is is the rights.
Until HCM, continue to the Leaf restaurant. I was hungry at that time. Let’s see what order we have.
I don’t know how many times the vegetable soup we ordered..it’s really delicious. The other side dish, if I’m not mistaken, is fried chicken with turmeric..I forgot hehehehe.
After eating, we went back to the room to relax. That day was our last day in Vietnam. Early in the morning we will leave for Malaysia. According to our estimates, there is no place for us to explore except the post office. After satisfied with the rest, we continued to take the cab to the post office.
This post office is a little unique. The architecture is architecture from France if I’m not mistaken.
The inside is beautiful. After I wrote a postcard for myself, we went out for a walk around the area.
Found this board by the roadside..it’s kind of interesting.
In Vietnam, it is a sad experience. The people are rude, scams here and there, meet Malaysians with annoying behavior. Such an experience gives me the awareness to be aware of what is happening around me no matter when I travel or when my days are out. Unfortunately it does not smell. A little sleep will definitely cause unwanted things to happen. The current mobile phone is fun, I checked if it is not in the handbag. When in public, do not dare to take out a mobile phone. People who rushed from behind me also made me cuak. Even though a year has passed, the incident of a mobile phone being stolen from my hand I will never forget. Let it be a reminder for myself and also all readers.
Ok … my story in Vietnam is over. Thanks for following my story ye. For the next entry..I will share the story in 1 other place anyway. I just came home 2 days ago. I bought a picture first. Wait for the story ye … ok.