Usually when people blog, its really normal for them to talk about the whole day of it. But for me, I want to start different this time. Because, this place I went. Has left me a really dark feeling and until now. I can still feel it.
I went to Ho Chi Minh City a.k.a Saigon in Vietnam. The tourist bought us to the Cu Chi Tunnel. We walked around looking at documentary video of the war between the Vietnamese and the American. How they survived, what they did to survive and etc etc.
During that time, at first Vietnamese soldiers pretended to be farmers and lived with the farmers. They hid guns and swords in the paddy field below the mud. Then when the American bombed their homes, they decided to live underground. Hospitals, homes, kitchens were all digged 7 metres below ground and etc.
They learn how to hide their traces and they breathed the little air from holes the termites formed. We were also showed the holes to the underground was terribly small... 70 by 40 cm or 40 x 40 cm. = =" wtf indeed.
We were also showed what were the traps invented back then. The most common booby trap, the swinging door. When you step on it, you flip and fall into a pit of bamboo spikes laced with deadly cobra poison. A variety of traps here and there indeed.
Finally, there was a makeshift underground hole. An exact replica of the actual underground route but bigger. A little bigger.
Here it all began...
I decended the steps into 7 metres below the earthen land I walk in. Slowly light disappeared from my view, I was swallowed by darkness. A little light from a little lamp allowed me to view the big area of the cave where a warning was place. "Those with weak hearts and age above 70 are not allowed to enter. We are not responsible for your loss."
I felt a chill down my spine. I took a few steps forward nearer to the underground tunnel opening. I felt as if I was robbed of my oxygen. A pressing feeling on my chest... I descended into the hole, I was behind my aunt. My eyes widened and I felt my stomach churned the moment I stepped into the opening of tunnel. It was tight and low. I bent down and moved sideways, all the while i breathed in the little oxygen existed within the tight tight tunnel. I felt like a pressed between two walls and even two I had a little space to move. I felt an invisible force on me.
I couldn't see anything and I couldn't hear anything at first. Until my aunt asked me if I was alright, I said yes. I moved slowly through the tunnel. A numbing feeling of fear, I had only moved a few steps but I fel as if I had lost my way. I couldn't move backwards, there was no turning back. You had to move on until the end.
I left as soon as I saw the first opening. It was 20 metres from the opening, but it felt like forever in the tunnel. The total length of the tunnel was 100 metres and every 20 metres there's an opening u can get out from.
When I stepped out from the tunnel, I felt as if life came back to me. My legs felt a bit jellyish from walking like a crab in the tunnel.
My two cousins that went to NS, seemed to be all fine. They went 80 metres far... After we went for the tunnel, we went to the Trafalgar Square and the Notre Dame and the post office. And then we were sent to lavender hotel... And goodness us, our bags were crawling with Ants. Haih... The bus driver looked like he was about to kill the other driver who refused to move out earlier from the spot in front of the hotel for us to dock in.
Well anyway, off with the ants. In the hotel we went, snap snap we took pictures at the reception.
~~~TBC~~~
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