My time motorcycling the Ho Chi Minh Trail has come to an end for now. I’ve headed to the coast to hit the beaches and stopped to see the old Demilitarized Zone. I have, pleasantly, not encountered a single incident of anti-American sentiment in the north. This is not the end of my motorcycling time. I look forward to cruising the sandy roads.
It seems the people here have either forgiven, forgotten, or are too young to even know.
The government museums and sites were full of propaganda in the north, but that has lightened up considerably in this area.
The old war sites were overgrown with lush green vegetation. The museums had exhibits from the American veteran’s groups and the Mine Action Group (a British NGO).
The mine education center seemed more interested in using western funded money to educate their youngsters to protect themselves and how to help those who have been affected than to place blame for those bombs in the first place.
While still a dark mark in American history, I’m happy to see less pessimism and propaganda as I head south. A fitting way to end the Ho Chi Minh Trail for now. I may find myself back on this road in the south, but goodbye for now mountains. I’m off for some beach time.