The ancient ruins of My Son and a really bossy tour guide

Today we marched to the dictates of a very directive tour guide whose command of English was quite limited ( perhaps that was the reason he was always speaking very loudly and repeating himself a lot).
My Son was the worship site of the Cham people and was built in the 6th century before Angor Wat in Cambodia. The people were Hindu so the deities in the walls are Hindu and the writing of the Cham was Sanskrit. The ruins are very small compared to Angor Wat. And in very poor shape. Between Mother Nature, time, and frankly some bombing in the war there are few ruins standing. They are rebuilding and we have posted some photos of the process. The bricks were and are now glued together with a resin made from local trees. None of us could really understand our guide no matter how loudly and repetitively he spoke so most of us wandered over to different tour groups to listen.
The tour included lunch on a return boat ride and a visit to the island village where the locals make the carvings and some of the mother of pearl inlaid lacquerware sold in the market and around VietNam.
It was an interesting day defined by a strict schedule. " you return to the bus in 2 hours, 1-2 hours. Come back in t- w-o hours. Comeback to bus in 2, I say 2 hour"
Have you ever listened to some of us Americans speaking loudly to nonenglish speaking people.
Of course not! Yeah.
Last photo of lovely old village Hoi An.