Oh My God, I am an Expat.

After spending so much time in SE Asia, the word “expat” started to take on a fairly creepy meaning. If you’ve been to Vietnam (or any other Asian or developing country), you’ve seen them. White men. Somewhere between the ages of 50 to 65 years old. Big bellied. Almost always smokers and readily spotted atRead more

Same Boat, Different Rivers

A rickety old bridge over the Muong Hoa River in Ta Van in Lao Cai province in Northern Vietnam.

“I’ve never met another half before,” I said to him. “You have, I am sure. But they just didn’t tell you.” “Why?” I asked. “Shame.” Like me, he can pass as full-blooded. But look carefully and you can see the face of his father. A sharper nose, eyes the same color as mine: soft brown,Read more

Half Plucked

I was going to leave him to your imagination, but in case your imagination didn't do him justice...

I’ve now spent enough time in South-East Asia to not be constantly amazed, startled or confused by the life that passes around me. In some ways, it’s a pity.  How incredible was that feeling I had in that first taxi ride from the airport in Saigon, the gateway to my first South-East Asian experience?  What wildRead more

The Casual Traveler

There’s something about returning to a place you’ve already traveled to that gives it more weight.  We don’t go back to places that bore us, places that don’t excite us in some way.  We go back because we are looking for more.  With this often comes great expectations. With less than two days left beforeRead more

How I came to be (and what the hell Tiger Bomb is).

My father immigrated to the United States in or around 1980.  The Vietnam War was over and he found himself on the losing side of long, bitter and terrible fight.  After spending time in a Malaysian refugee camp, he found asylum first in France, then in Sacramento, California and finally in Reno, Nevada. I wasRead more