One of the bumpiest bus rides of my
life took us to My Son
My Son is a cluster of mostly ruined
Hindu temples, rising up through the undergrowth and trees. They were built
between the 4th and the 14th century AD by the kings of Champa dynasty.
Some seventy different temples or what
is left of them are scattered around this site; some standing proud, others
just poking round through the undergrowth. We were amongst hoards of tourists
stamping a path and stubbing toes, expecting to see Lara Croft round the next
corner.
“When I talk
you listen to me. If you no like you go. Are you clear everyone follow me”
It is claimed that U.S.A.F. destroyed a
large majority of My Son in 1969. A story trotted out by every tour guide at
every opportunity:
“Now, look here,
American bombs, we found them in 1981”
My Son is regarded one of the foremost
Hindu temple complexes in Southeast Asia. Like a lot of places round here it has
UNESCO’s stamp of approval.
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