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Is there anything better than waiting to take a train in a new and unfamiliar land? There’s a distinct buzz about it that doesn’t come with air travel. Airplanes take us from A to B. They suck us up in one place and spit us out in another. Any sense of having moved across continents
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Guerrilla. Spanish for little war. A strange word. After all can war ever be a “diminutive” thing? Here in the Cu Chi Tunnels, the idea that war, as it is practiced by the outgunned and outnumbered, can ever be anything less than a determined, coordinated and concerted effort, certainly seems ridiculous and improbable. “Little war”
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The guide from the Sinh Balo tour operator is waiting at the reception desk and I am still not ready. I want to linger over breakfast and coffee. But this trip is a short one so there’s no time for relaxing, there are places to go, people to see. Over breakfast I had looked down
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We of the Kennedy and Johnson administrations who participated in the decisions on Vietnam, acted according to what we thought were the principles and traditions of this nation. We made our decisions in light of those values. Yet we were wrong, terribly wrong. We owe it to future generations to explain why. I truly believe
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Why am I so surprised? Flying in to Saigon, I notice the factory rooftops, the straight, well maintained roads, the neat layout of the housing. All the signs of organisation and commercial savvy that you’d associate with a prosperous forward looking nation, and it takes me aback. I wasn’t expecting such outward signs of economic
