Irony: The ice man was happy making his 25 cents on the occasional sale, but overwhelmed by 16 shouting and pushing kids let to shouts from him in Vietnamese of “Quiet!”. We left the village before all the kids got their ices (as shaving a block of ice on a metal blade takes a good bit of time). I just hope he didn’t run out of ice!
Then it was to the home of an author for whom the AmaWaterways' Le Marguerite was named (not very interesting) and then, for those wanting to go back to the ship, an “out”.
For the rest of us it was off to Xeo Quyt, a former Viet Cong secret base. Again, while our guide did his job, I felt a bit cheated going through this site compared to our Cambodia guide, as he really did nothing to bring the site alive. Regardless, the hiding places, bomb craters, bunkers and defense positions were quite interesting/creepy and the dense forest and small streams also gave you a sense of what it must have been like to hide, fight through or try to see into the jungle. There was also an eerie reminder of the ubiquitous use of landmines as we passed a (former) landmine field.
That said, my daughter did have her shot at doing some things outside of her comfort zone including drinking a some snake wine (seven species of snakes, no less) and having that python wrap itself around her.