My Son

We got up on time at 5am.
We were dressed and ready 10 whole minutes early.
We broke out of the hotel by 5.25am (it was all locked up and no-one to let us out)
We sat on the steps for 1.5 hours for the taxi to arrive.

ARRRRRRRRRRRRRHGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.

An hour later we got to My Son although the world contained one less chicken.

Fortunately (although not for the chicken) it was entirely worth it.

My Son is a site of Champa ruins. The site dated from about the 6/7th century but was developed during the Champa empire until 13th century. The Champas reigned in what is now South Vietnam and had strong links with India. Hence, the Sanskrit inscriptions on the fallen tomb stones and Hindu style statues.

It reminded us of Macchu Pichu in many ways: decaying ruins in the middle of a jungle with cloud creeping around the base of the nearby mountains. The architecture was significantly different however and much more elaborate in places. And of course you didn't get bomb craters in Peru. Having our own taxi meant that we beat the throngs of tourists who were arriving just as we left at 10am. Being on your own in such a historical site made it much more atmospheric.

We now have to go through the process of deleting tens of pictures of stones and grass.