My Son 🏔🕉
My Son is a complex of Hindu temples that were constructed by the Champa kingdom, which ruled the Central and Southern part of Vietnam, from the 3rd century until 1832. After the Vietnamese defeated the kingdom, the temples were abandoned among the lush nature of Hon Quap (Cat’s Tooth Mountain) and the Thu Bon River.
When we got out of the car in the empty parking lot of the sanctuary, the first thing that occurred to us was… Did we bring enough water? It was early morning and there was barely any air to inhale due to incredible heat wave and humidity. The thick green forest behind the headquarters looked like a fata morgana that would save us from the unbearable sun.
A couple of drivers hanging around and the two of us. The reason we arrived at the My Son sanctuary at this crazy hour was simple — to avoid crowds. The odds that we would meet a bus full of tourists were very low, and in fact; we ended up visiting My Son (almost) alone.
My favorite thing besides these beautiful ruins: there were stunning butterflies where ever you looked! My spirit animals 🦋
Bike lover coupe . Nothing is precious as healthy “let’s ride bike and stay in love and happiness
This is a mistery place because the friend who sent it doesn't know anything about and on the back of the postcard there are no informations. Someone says that it is a part of My Son Temple in Vietnam but I'm not sure about that... if you know please tell 🙏
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“Happy Vietnamese Women’s Day,” the waitress told us at dinner tonight. “Happy Vietnamese Women’s Day,” I said in turn.
We’re in Da Nang today, because we thought it’d be closer to the next adventures we want to pursue, but the karaoke and boisterous neighborhood aren’t quite our speed.
Still, it is what it is and what it is is beautiful in its own way.
Grab, the equivalent of Uber here (in fact, they merged) let’s you get a car or a motorcycle to take you to where you want to go, and the driver our first day in Hoi An offered to take us anywhere else we want to go throughout our stay.
Today, we asked him to take us to the Hindu My Son Temple, from the 9th and 10th century.
Beautiful, albeit a little hot with a toddler. Yet, if we let Wilder have the camera, she’s loving being a photographer and that’s plenty to keep her occupied.
Eat at the restaurant just outside the monastery, as recommended by our driver. Delicious, super affordable (total under $8 for lunch for 2.5), amazing service. My mixed rice plate was superb, as was the Quang noodles, a local specialty.
Go early to avoid the crowds at My Son — they start quick! And, play with the “hila hila” plants that draw close when you touch them (watch out for thorns), all around the temples. They’re wild and Wilder loved touching them, like Venus fly traps that move.
Nature. Beauty. Ancient ruins. Life.
What a lovely day with holandês honey moon couple. The perfect combination of bike. Temple and boat trip .
Temples, temples, temples.
These abandoned Hindu temples are mostly ruins after the war bombings destroyed most of the towers. This is particularly sad when the handmade clay bricks used to build these temples have managed to stay strong for 1300 years with no mortar, baffling architects today.
We did make a video of tapping our way into Diagon Alley (photo 6) but due to technical difficulties that will be posted in the near future!