The Other Vietnam What I knew about Vietnam in the 1960’s amounted to what I saw on the nightly news. I did not want to go there after high school and, because of the luck of the draw, then the winding down of America’s involvement in the war, I didn’t have to. In 2016 I wanted to go. I joined a group of 18 other bicyclists from throughout the United States in a two-week group tour, from Hanoi to Ho Chi Minh City, and across the Cambodian border into Siem Reap, home of the Angkor Wat. While some parts of the trip were by plane or bus, most of these photographs were taken on the ground, close up and personal, eye to eye. We pedaled leisurely through small towns and villages, where many of the locals came out to welcome us or simply to wave as we passed by. We got at least a glimpse of who they were and how they lived. The experience was pleasing and comforting, unlike the newsreels from so many years ago. As the tour progressed, I found myself thinking about cultural values and wondering whether I would trade places with any of these people, and asking, would they, if they could, trade places with me? These were not easy questions to answer.