Reviews of Mỹ Sơn • 3
Our guide planned a half day visit to Mỹ Sơn followed by a city tour around Danang. That morning, there was a heavy downpour. We arrived at Mỹ Sơn just in time for a cultural show. Due to the rain, the simple hall with a stage was packed with tourists sitting on plastic chairs. The song and dance performance depicted the Champa era, where the people were Hindus.After the visit to Mỹ Sơn, we were taken to lunch at Apsara at Danang, where the owner has a fascination with Mỹ Sơn and replicated a miniature copy of one of the Hindu Temples.
Little more than 55 kilometres from Hoi An lies the ancient Champa-built ruins of My Son. Built from the 4th to 13th centuries with its’ roots owed to Indian Hinduism, My Son was declared a UNESCO World Heritage Site in 1999.
After 55km my dead bum was gnawing at the edges of my patience. The road traffic requires you to keep your eyes in your rear, rather than on the scenery. The Han River flows next to much of the road. Sisterly jade rice paddies and twisting train lines on the opposition side quench a thirst in your eyes for sights you never knew you’d missed. It was however, still a relief to roll up to this vast red brick sanctuary and, after falling off my bike, sooth my posterior back to life. At the entrance a square squat hallway invited me in to pay and gain the background information, contrastingly modern against the Monkey Bridge out front, that lead the 2km to the great temple exhibition. -- A cacophony of grasshoppers played me down the lane to the first ruin. To walk on these stones is to step back in time. To walk in the foot-steps of past emperors and deities. How magical, to think of it all in former glory back in those early years.