With the sound of gun shots ringing out in the background, we traced the exhibits through the trees, learning about the Viet Cong. We learnt about the boobie traps set by the viet cong, gory contraptions with no other purpose than to maim or kill.
K tried her hand at slipping through one of the hundreds of secreted entrances. Alas she declared defeat before a single bullet was fired. And frankly, if she couldn't get her skinny ass down there, I certainly wasn't going to chance it.
But soon it was my turn. Girding myself, we sank down into the cold clay earth and crawled through 20 metres of cold, damp wet, claustrophic nightmare. At the first chance, we escaped - thanking our attendant and gasping for breath our hearts pounding.
You have to tell yourself not to panic. Breathe normally and know that within a few minutes you will be out in the sunlight and the air again. I've been told that the tunnels have been widened to make room for the average western tourist. The mind boggles.
At the end of it we climbed back into our comfortable Toyota Fortuna and were returned unharmed to our hotel. Every day here, I am reminded how lucky I am to have been born into the family I was, at the time I was - in perfect safety and comfort every day of my life.
We returned to the hotel dusty and sweaty and decided a dip in the pool would wash away the morning's exertions.
We sat down to a frankly lavish lunch at Lemongrass, the restaurant in the hotel.
Dinner was at the Refinery, a french inspired Bistro.
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