Emperor's tomb in Hue


The emperor was quite short, and so all his soldiers and attendants had to be shorter.  Hans said if he had been a short emperor, he would have liked his soldiers to be big, hefty men so they could actually protect him.

 Heading up to the tomb of one of the Emperors.  There were more stairs before we got to this point.  I'm holding a fan, and Hans also has one.  Not that they help much when it's 40 degrees outside with high humidity.

A pagoda at the Buddhist monastery

A fancy water taxi.  We took a 30 minute boat ride on a similar, but smaller boat, that took us from the monatery close to our hotel.

One of many huge lotus blooms (fake) on the river.  In this photo you can see one of the government buildings in behind.  they are always in this yellow colour so are easy to recognize.

The Asia Hotel where we are staying tonight had this welcome sign in front. 
The room is very nice, but nothing works right. 
There's a beautiful waterfall shower but there's also a hand-held shower which turned on without my knowledge and I drenched the floor. 
Then we put our water into the fridge, only to discover it doesn't work.  Called downstairs and a 14 year old came to fix it.  He cleaned the filter in the back and said it would work in 5 minutes.  It didn't so we called back.  He arrived with a new fridge,and it doesn't fit in the cavity.  so it's now sitting underneath the desk, which means there's no place for the chair. Turns out it wasn't the fridge after all, but the plug that wasn't working. 
Hans' reading light doesn't work but it's okay since his Kindle Fire is backlit.
And the air conditioner is barely keeping up.

A bunch of the dragon water taxis waiting for tourists.

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