When I was seventeen or eighteen, in Berlin, I hopped over the chain barrier so I could stand where the … Continue reading In A Quiet Hue.
Dong was our guide in Sapa; a young man from central Vietnam. We walked for two days together, up hills, … Continue reading Dong’d
I have to admit. Bangkok, the chaos and the pollution, followed by Hanoi with much more of the same had … Continue reading Closer.