This is the sequel to a blog entry a few days ago with John reminiscing about life in Ubon as an American soldier during the Vietnam war.
Once again, I let John explain things in his own words.
“Ubon I remember was a culture shock at first having come from the States but I got used to it quickly. I remember there were Indian tailors shops (had a few suits and shirts made) and a shoe maker shop (had a pair of elephant hide boots made).
The open air market near the river was something to see, basically no refrigeration.
I can still see the old Thia women chewing on beetle nuts. Sent a bunch of Thai silk back home bought at one of the shops. Spent time (won’t say how much) at the Ford Fairlane Club and drank a lot of Shinghigh beer and Mekong whisky. The bar girls were all ways friendly.
The Ubon Hotel was another spot we hung out at. You could get a Thai dish called Khaophat from the street vendors. It was rice, peas, chicken and cucumber really very good and cost next to nothing maybe 5 Baht.
Getting back and forth from the base to Ubon we rode on the Baht bus (something to see the way they had them decorated), during the dry season the dust would choke a horse.
The monsoon season quickly had everything flooded seemed to rain every day at 3 pm. The clouds looked like you could reach up and touch them they hung so close to the ground.
The Buddhist temples in and around Ubon were beautiful and the people of Ubon could not have been more friendly. I would truly love to go back. My tour ended January 1971, discharged May 1972.