With all the Hanoi toing and froing we haven't yet seen the sights outside the old quarter. Mary reluctantly agrees to see the pickled Uncle, so we solemnly join the que of mostly Viets. One of the guards gives Sudang's bulging pockets a glare. Ho himself would have hated this, as he lived a pretty frugal and simple life and had requested cremation. But there was political capital to be made of his preservation. No photos allowed of course. But we saw his dwelling 1954-58.
his dining room.
After that he moved to a two room stilt house until his death.
He did have access to three cars, two Russian and a lovely 404 Peugeot, seen here with Big Anh, Mary and Sudang - who loves cars and everything mechanical.
We also visit the temple of literature which became a pubic university in 1444. Based on merit, the exams to get in and stay in were grueling.
The Phoenix on the tortoise back, strength, longevity reaching to the heavens. The temple dedicated to Confucius.
Students enter as fish and leave as dragons, molded into mandarins by the rigors of their education.
-On the road with Kathryn
Location:Hanoi
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