Marks are left on Da Nang from every spectre of history. This city can be traced back the the 4th century and the Champa people who ruled the land way back when. What’s left of their rule is the My Son Hindu temple clusters, which sit inside of a lush forest.
My Son suffered through the passage of time and the Vietnam War in the 70s, surviving a carpet bombing. Even the beautiful Non Nuoc beach didn’t manage to escape the past; American troops used to love relaxing there. Da Nang needs to be seen, especially if you want to overwhelm all of your feelings and senses, at once, in the best way.