I should mention that Hue is Vietnam’s ancient capital, which seems to mean that all the emperors in the 19th century are buried in gigantor palaces here. The good news is that all the wives and concubines did not have to kill themselves (like their counterparts did in China) to mourn the husband’s death—these lucky ladies got to tend to the grounds for the rest of their time on earth. Speaking of unfair, I’m sure I already mentioned the horrified glares I got from local men for wearing shorts in migraine-inducing, suffocating heat. Yet somehow the more scantily-clad caucasian girls were not getting the same evil stares. Maybe it’s because I look subjugatable. Yeah, the male chauvinists got to me. How embarrassing.