2nd part of holiday snaps. I took a taxi out to the air force museum that’s a fair way out of the center of the city. In a taxi it cost about 70thousand dongs. I was lucky to get an honest taxi. It was a really hot day. I got there around lunchtime: 11:30. There was no one at the gate selling tickets so I just wandered in and expected to pay later.
The highlight was this fucking huge helicopter, a Mi-6.
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But they also had plenty of rustic stuff like this too.
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There was plenty of Migs of different models. I’m guessing this was the latest one they had.
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Sometimes they come with these little propaganda stories of heroism.
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*Was it worth it?*
As I went to leave the two guards had come back from lunch and wanted me to pay. They asked for 50 thousand dongs which is unreasonable for a bunch of rusty planes. Any respect the Vietnamese military might have garnered from fighting off invaders was undone by these two scrawny little wretches who were just as much of grifters as every other little street corner urchin in Hanoi. There was no official signage that stated entry fee, and they gave me no kind of ‘ticket’ for my money. I didn’t feel like trying to haggle with people who had guns.
Kiss my arse vietnamese military.