The ruins at My Son

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HOI AN and MY SON    I enjoyed Hoi An as a base for three days but the little French town lost its charm in that amount of time.  It was such a tourist trap.  Fortunately, I left for a day trip to see the ruins at My Son.  It was an experience and a half just getting there.  First I rented a car for two and a half hours, bumping and tossing the whole way.  From there I was motorcycled to a ferry.  After the ferry I was terribly motorcycled at the risk of my life to the ruins.  The setting was more spectacular than the ruins.  It was in a valley surrounded by mountain greenery.  I didn't stay as long as I should have considering the effort it took to get there.  The process was repeated in reverse as I returned to Hoi An.

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