Even though I was feeling better, I stayed at the hotel to rest this morning. Everyone else visited the tunnels where the Viet Cong hid during the day. Imagine spending hours in those cramped, dark tunnels, day after day, living in constant fear for your life. When my friends returned, they were somber, sharing stories of the brutal booby traps designed for our soldiers. War truly exposes the depths of human depravity.
I joined the group for lunch (at the Pho place where Bill Clinton ate!), and we spent the afternoon touring the city. Ho Chi Minh City is one of the wealthier parts of Vietnam, due to the influx of American money during the war and also before that from the French. Many buildings reflect French influence, dating back to the colonial period. I was especially intrigued by the post office designed by Gustave Eiffel—it surprised me because it looks more like a French train station than a post office.
Later we had dinner at a street food market. There were like a hundred stalls featuring street food from around the world. Delicious and fun! Again, it’s just fun being with my friends.
Marsh Travels 
So glad you are feeling better.
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