Religious Devotion

On a visit to a temple in Saigon, we intruded on a memorial ceremony.

Those attending the memorial ceremony seemed to be oblivious of the crowd in the temple, unself-conscious about expressing their wishes for the soul of their dead relative.

I wish I knew what this temple official was writing.

This is the priest in charge of the memorial ritual.

Here is the priest again, chanting.

After a while they went outside to an altar they had set up.

This is another priest, officiating at the ceremony.  Our guide said that it was quite expensive to arrange a memorial ceremony like this.

In another temple people were lighting incense.

We were intrigued by these incense spirals.  Fragrance contibutes a great deal to the sense of devotion one feels in the temples in Vietnam, in contrast to the Jewish ritual we are familiar with, where fragrance is used on Saturday nights to separate the Sabbath from weekdays, but not elsewhere.  In the Temple, incense was an important part of the ritual, something we've lost along with the Temple, and an easier thing to accept than animal sacrifice.

Two Monks

Huy, our guide, took us to the monastery associated with Thic Nhat Hanh in Hue.  Here's a monk with his motorbike and his cellphone.  Why shouldn't we expect them to be ordinary human beings as well as Buddhist monks?

After I bought something in the store at the monastery, I asked this young monk if I could take his picture, and he agreed.

Living Religion

Before visiting Vietnam I had never been in a Buddhist country, though I had read a good deal about Buddhism and attended several meditation retreats.  I was surprised to see how many temples and pagodas there were, and how active they were.  The people of Vietnam are involved in their religion.

I wish I had asked our guide for an explanation of what this man was offering visitors to the sacred site.

Old People

Vietnam's population of over ninety million is overwhelmingly young, which accounts for the vigor and energy you feel there.  It also accounts for the strong feeling we got from our guides that the country's ideology is: let's put the past behind us and stride toward the future!
Still, I found myself looking at some of the old people in the public space and taking pictures of them.  The old people who were visible, available to be photographed, were selling things or working, people who had probably lived long, hard lives, and whose lives are still not very easy.

This woman was selling slices of fresh pineapple on a stick.

The venerable oarsman!

On the street in Hoi An.

She's counting money.

She sold us some incense at a temple, and when I asked permission to take her picture, she struck this proud pose.

Children

At the Temple of Literature in Hanoi we came upon an enormous gathering of schoolchildren, including a group of young drummers.

The kids were far from docile.  They were noisy, active, and excited, but always within the limits of order.

I enjoyed seeing this girl's serious expression.

This little boy is plumper than most of the Vietnamese people we saw.

In the museum of Cham sculpture in Da Nang, we saw this little Korean boy taking a picture of his parents.

Gambling in the Street

While we were strolling along the riverbank promenade in Hue, we saw a group of people intensely involved in some activity.  When we approached, we saw what they were doing.

The man who was running the game put some tokens in the cup, shook it, and people bet on the number that came up.

Around the people who were actually gambling a group of spectators formed.  They were so involved in what they were doing, that they ignored me.

This young man was deciding whether to bet.

Women were betting alongside men.  After a while a tough-looking young man did notice that I was taking pictures and told me to stop, but no one else cared.