I got up early to take a bus to the ruins of My Son. On the way there the driver stopped the bus on the side of the road with no explanation. I thought maybe a flat tire or engine trouble, but I didn’t see anyone working on any problems like that. After 45 minutes the bus started up again and we continued. My best guess is we ran out of gas.
After arriving late, I really had to rush to see everything at My Son. It was not very organized. No one told us when we had to get back on the bus, so I had to guess. Also there was a 1.5km walk to the site. There was some transportation, but I didn’t take it. I didn’t know what to think of the military jeeps driving down the road. There were no signs saying to get in them. On the way back I did get a ride in one of these old jeeps which was pretty neat. My Son was really in ruins compared to similar sites in Angkor, Cambodia. There were only a few buildings that were intact.
I barely made it back in time to catch a bus to Hue, Vietnam. I took the rest of the afternoon driving to that city where I’m at right now.