Here's a shot from the car of a rice paddy. When the water buffaloes weren't being used in the paddies they were grazing right alongside the narrow roads. We hired a driver to take us to My Son, a sacred ruin that was once the religious and intellectual centre of the Champa people. They were rediscovered by the French and then later bombed by the Americans.
Wednesday, December 23, 2009
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