The evident truth is, you must visit Ben Hai river, Hien Luong Bridge when travel to Quang Tri, even the time is not allowed, hopefully the special could bring the history closer…
The 3rd one, Ben Hai river, Truong Son Cemetery, Vinh Moc tunnels
To Quang Tri, the most expected thing we want to enjoy was the moment when we stand on Hien Luong bridge…
Take a step back to that day, we made a mistake by visiting Ben Hai river, Hien Luong bridge first and then went to Truong Son National Cemetery, this made us have to move through a stretch of road under a “sun hurricane”. You should visit the Burial ground first, it’s more convenient. This is a left side of self-sufficient travelling, sometimes less info or subjective, your mind wrong so you chose the mistaken decision, but no anxiety, “let’s it failed cos this life allows you to”.
The Ben Hai river monument group is still maintaining the status quo of item on display as in the past. this is a “physical” historical witness known as the 17th Parallel – the one that seperated the north and the south of Vietnam after The Geneve Conference in 1954. There has been a classical movie be loved by every generation of Vietnamese people, “The 17th Parallel – Days and nights” – directed by Hai Ninh about the events happened around this location at that time.
The solid concrete bridge was built for the up-to-date business and the heroic bridge in the old days now became peaceful, stayed there, gracefully welcome the visitors. On its own edge still existed the colors that was painted in olden times, was the evidence that our country has been partitioned. We were moving in one go from this bridgehead to bridge pier and back.
The floorboards clack voice, clack and clack, the flare of water polo threw up under the bridge.
Video about 17th Parallel in Quang Tri, Vietnam (internet):
The museum was built beside the bridge, the quiet noon just shown up some foreigners. Their admission seeing Uncle Ho’s statue, they shouted out: Ho Chi Minh!
The path that lead to Truong Son cemetery passed by Ho Chi Minh track. This is my awaiting path cos I felt so happy when I just heard about it.
The roadside has the falling leaves trees row, dried and yellow, I didn’t know the name of them, just thought it was the death ones. After that, when I saw the slashed tree-trunk and the resin bowls, I knew it was the rubber tree.
It was also my first time I saw the reality rubber tree in life.
The straight row of tree, steady and thin refers to the ancient poem about the worker who grilled for the rubber plantation in the previous century! But, the rubber forest in front of me just carried out the happiness moments! We turnt flexible to a red soil road, those 2 sides displayed the sunlight obliqued the glistening leaves’ space.
The grass cover coated with yellow leaves, everything was really beautiful! Now understood why in the South, they prefer to take wedding photograph here! We felt the joy of living when we saw the green ones, and poetic when it turnt to yellow!
Arrived to the churchyard, we went around first, we were clearly seeing the remaining construction and improved articles. After that, we stood there to pay homage at the center entrance, came in to some neighboring zone.
Beside the churchyard was Cau Treo – Ben Tat (Cầu Treo – Bến Tắt) monument, one of the war deponent. Under the bridge, the white sand and the pure green water, not different as the far away offshore beach.
There are a lot of part on Ho Chi Minh highway still remains the sign of primeval high trees forest, extremely valuable. However lots of drivers here are super strange! We had clear evidence that the road is quite large, just included his vehicle and ours one, we get out of his way but he kept honking loud made everyone startled. I don’t even know that whether he wanted to express, wanna be mind or just annoyed, but he showed the weak consciousness! If the driver was startled, unexpectedly bumped into somewhere and caused accident? Could you please let the jungle free and calm a little?
The renting ones remembered carefully about the gas tank and measure it closely, let them “eat” on time! Cos we were making hard to find the gas station when you were in the wood. After the 1st day we calculated the number of kilometers we drove and money to fill up petrol to reckon the days after and the whole trip. And because it was our weird vehicle so we couldn’t predict anything, you had better to be careful with them!
To this, I also wanna say Thanks to our lovely “little” vehicle which traveled with us through the excursion. The luckiest is it was not sour and scornful, not leaked out, broke down or “got sick” though the voyage was so nervous!
Close to arrive Vinh Moc (Vĩnh Mốc), I saw a few motorbike of the backpacking foreigners who were on the way to go back! We passed by them and waves to greet each other, no one had to make an appointment with all!
Ticket to entrance is 2 USD/person, believe me, this price is worthy because Vinh Moc is truly splendid.
It was drizzling, we moved in to enjoy Vinh Moc Tunnel documentation.
Right in the gate is the 13th entrance, the local reminds us that this gate has no light, the one who has light to visit is the 3rd one. But when our travel blood heat up, we still entered the 13th cellar gate to see which place would lead to for discovering!
Formerly, I used to visit Cu Chi Tunnel, so I thought Vinh Moc was as the same. Talk about role, the historical sense is of course, the two works are exceedingly proud of, but Vinh Moc was preversed, constructed, invested more beautiful and qualify!
The mine shaft is over 1.6 meter so we can stand up straight. We turned on the flashlight to get in, 1 hand groping on the wall to move, cleft in to any direction to see the place where it take to, and back to the big road. Sometimes I didn’t forget to unexpectedly falling on my back, screamed out to threat … my younger sister!
Once, this area was all thorny bamboo. This nearly time the local planted bamboo like this to reappear a part of historical. The bamboo row spread out their own shade made the road became more and more profound. I was walking and astounded cos it was deadly beautiful.
Also here, the first time I could enjoy “bamboo flower”. The legend bamboo flower is super rare, it meant the sign of evil omen, cos when it appeared, the bamboo will die, crop failure, the starvation will do whatever it like. But in fact, it appeared to be a signal of the invaded mouse epidemic that caused poor harvest, not its own blooming made it!
Moreover, I realized that the whole bamboo life cycle, before its own death will show up the splendid noble blooming flower. When we arrived there were three blooming ones, one was full of flower, hanged down on all sides, and its root was died yellow.
Under the bamboo endlessly layers, I heard the sea waves!
Finally the sea appeared, gently slap Vinh Moc seaside! Wow, so thus in the old days, the ancestors built up the tunnel that next to the sea without scaring the big waves!
And yes we found the 3rd gate to get at the end of our journey. Our two met the Thai travel group and began to go down. Inside the tunnel has some models to imitate how the olden times citizen live in it to guard, eat and drink, work, babysit …the light is just sufficient to identify the path and dark enough to turn back the time.
Beside the secret tunnel still existed interlace outdoor tunnels. Refused to go as the normal ones, we jumped into the lower road to tried the feeling of enemy explore.
In the process of walking, I saw the get out entrance. The sea! None of us told each other but we call ran into it!
That was the sea breakwater we saw a moment ago but the distance is closer. We went along the dyke, the bristly Pandanus held back, and follow the footstep to go to the sea! In the distance, the white sand plain hovered with the chasing ashore waves… So neglected, almost nobody, the wholesome water, some big voluminous jellyfish was dislodged onto the dyke by the waves. Perhaps this place is the preferred of the waves so the green seaweed sprouted everywhere. We skirt the dyke that lead to the white sandy area, where the green boats are parking. On the seaside, the sand come between the smooth black stones that was shaved by the time, beaded of moss. The whole beach, everywhere seems to be the shiny black chessman with multi-size that lied abundance. A group of fisherman are preparing to head for the open sea.
We pulled out the camera to take pictures.
I decided to put off shoes to enjoy the sea, there was no reason to stay away from it when you were wandering around the seaside.
The first plan was return to Cua Tung for swimming, but we played with the sea before, and we are scared of being late so we just passed by Cua Tung a little and then came back to Dong Ha. Even we skipped dinner to be at the hotel to check out, payable, return the bike and run in hustle to be in time.
We left by the nightbus, and present in Hanoi at 4.30 a.m.