Summer in Hanoi
Hanoi turns one thousand years old this year, and the city’s just on the cusp of summer. The point where the heat begins to turn...
Hanoi turns one thousand years old this year, and the city’s just on the cusp of summer. The point where the heat begins to turn...
One of the reasons for the longish silence I’ve been keeping is that Z’s dad joined us in Vietnam this last weekend. The boy, it...
I really thought, by now, after over four months in Asia and experience with virtually every taxi scam permutation known to man, my naïve London...
We flew from Manila into Saigon last week, the day after Ho Chi Minh’s birthday, and rode the Reunification Express 1600km or so upcountry to...
It’s a truism that one learns by travelling, and a cliche that travel broadens the mind. From the days when English noblemen embarked on that...
There is such a thing, when playing hide and seek, as being too clever for one’s own good. In which category I would have to...
This technicolour dream palace is indisputably special. Possibly a little “special needs” too. What is it? You may well ask. For this, my friend, is...
MJ’s been working bars since she was fifteen. Standard shifts. 6pm to 6am. She was an Avon Lady before that, but this pays better. She’s...
There is a sepulchral magic to a shipwreck. Viewed from underwater, with russet filigrees of sea ferns flourishing on the fractured edges of a shell...
We are still in Coron. That’s Coron Town, the meandering if unbeautiful little port of Busuanga Island, not Coron, the island, across the way. As...