Vietnam Revisited
by
Marshall Hawkins
"Rat Pack", January - March 1970
"Bandit 26", March - December 1970
"Bandit 26" Out
Picture of the temple leading up to the Buddha.
Looking toward the airfield from the base of the Buddha
Yours truly posing in front of the Buddha.
(Except for the white hair, and
volume of hair, and extra 30 pounds, and wrinkles, and facial scars, I look the
same as I did in 1970.)
My buddy Steve and I at the base of the Buddha, looking North.
(I'm the good
looking one on the left.)
From the base of the Buddha, looking North.
Going up to the Cham Towers. I don't remember
ever visiting this when I was there but was very interesting.
Built between the
7th and 12th centuries, they were under reconstruction.
Another view reflecting the need for
reconstruction
Another of the Towers
From the Cham Towers looking back South
toward Nha Trang showing the mouth of the river.
Didn't ask the reason for the
sad condition of the old bridge but looks like its well utilized as support for
the water line.
Slightly North of the Cham Towers is the Hon
Chong Promontory. Jutting out into the Bay, it has a spectacular view of the
islands.
I remember flying over it beau coup times but don't remember ever
visiting it. Has some neat "touristy" type shops not pictured.
Another reason I went back to Vietnam was
to refresh my memory on some of the sights there. In this case, I'm not for sure
it worked. I think I remember this pass in the mountains as "Dead Man Alley." I
do remember as a Newbie, I was told to never fly through it because you would
draw fire every time.
Apparently, those directions stuck because I don't ever
remember flying through it.
We would always fly around the mountain to the North
or around the coast to fly South.
Looking West from the top floor of the Nha
Trang Lodge.
My buddy, Steve Butcher, below, in a pedicycle outside the Nha Trang Airport terminal. A pedicycle is a bicycle that has two front wheels with a seat mounted between them and collapsible awning that provides a basic form of transportation throughout the country. Men and boys make a comparatively nice living transporting paying passengers around. (Of course, I would always tip heavily due to the extra work involved in transporting me around) Anyway, it is a close and personal way of seeing the city, except for the traffic. There is only one rule about driving anywhere in Vietnam- that rule-There are no rules! Bicycles, mopeds, cars and large trucks (and yep, pedicycles) all try to occupy the same space at the same time. The only way of coping with it is "don't look back."
The guy standing to Steve's right was my driver.
Although I didn't recognize it, it looked old enough to be from
that period and may have been part of Camp McDermont (?)
and according to my
driver, was now used as dependent quarters for officers of the Vietnamese
military.
This house, and others of similar styles and colors, are located throughout Vietnam. Built close to the road, they have an open living area in the front and presumably the kitchen in the rear. Bedrooms are located on the second and third floors. A lot of pastel colors. The ones along this particular stretch was across the road from the 281st cantonment area.
My best recollection was that this entire area was nothing but rice
paddies during my last trip there.
Nha Trang Beach. Although not the nicest of accommodations in Nha Trang (Ana Mandara is by far the nicest) it was acceptable (Read Cheap @ $50 a night), it was right across the street from the beach and right in the center of activity of the city. So much so that. about 5 a.m. every morning I spent there, loudspeakers with the most god awful noise (Vietnamese music) started blaring a morning wakeup call for city residents, who turned out by the millions (Ok thousands) to do morning calisthenics, play sports (soccer, get in a circle and keep a little beanbag in the air, etc.) and other physical activities. I don't know who was responsible for that plan to insure everybody was up in the morning but if I had been a taxpayer there I would have dang sure complained to the Mayor or Commissar or whoever was in charge. Next time, I'm staying at the Ana Mandara. (BTW, don't know what that black spot is in the picture. UFO?)
A view from my room at
the Nha Trang Lodge looking South.
To the right side of this picture is all
of what's left of the 281st area.
If you look closely, you'll see the old radar
screens just over the vegetation.
To the left is the active runway. Again, it
was taken from the road and not much was left.
Another from a different location on the
road, looking South. I believe that is our old maintenance hangar.
Another shot of a maintenance hangar but
from the terminal. I believe ours is still there but back behind this one (off
to the right with the rusty roof)
After my frustrating trip around the perimeter of the airfield, my driver insisted upon taking me down to the river to eat lunch. Probably got a kickback from the restaurant owner). It is hard to believe that Nha Trang has 300,000 people and yet you can escape the big city (traffic, noise, etc.) in such a short period of time.
Less than a
five minute pedicycle trip from the downtown area of Nha Trang was this
peaceful, almost serene, area with nice houses and rice paddies.
At the restaurant the driver took me to on the river, I ordered a 33 beer (or was it 333?-Vietnamese had a copyright infringement with the Dutch and either dropped one digit or added one and continued to produce), Spring rolls and some type fish. While I was waiting for the food, I noticed two different types of dredging operations on the river. This one was the "modern" way of retrieving sand from the river for construction purposes. They had a diesel engine hooked up to the pump and would move the skiff around to suck up the sand. Runoff caused the water to be brown.
This picture shows the "old" way of
dredging sand.
Standing on the same little pier jutting out from the restaurant that I took the "modern" way picture, I turned around to the East and caught these guys doing it the old fashioned way. That is - taking a shallow but broad little boat and a reed basket and diving to the bottom with the basket, filling with sand repeatedly until the boat side was only inches above the waterline and then rowing or pushing the boat to wherever they sold it. It caused me to think how lucky we are. The per capita income in Vietnam is less than one dollar a day.
These young Vietnamese were having a giggle at that crazy American taking pictures of sand dredging operations. By and large, the Vietnamese like Americans. We are richer than the Russians (or other "long noses" as they call any Westerner) More than 50% of the population wasn't even born during the war and know that their standard of living is tied to economic opportunities coming from the West. They all have access to TV's and cell phones and other Western technology and they simply are not going to be satisfied with working the rice paddies like their ancestors did. I predict that within 10 years they will be totally Capitalistic.