“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
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
Vietnamese women are beautiful. Small, delicate, graceful, they move through the chaos of Vietnam like exquisite underdogs. Physically, they are a generally flawless specimen. Thin, well-groomed, hair hanging long and straight like shiny black silk with unblemished skin protected from the sun as if its rays are toxic. Culturally and traditionally, they are perfection inRead more
It finally happened. I got ripped off. I got played. I got screwed over. Enough with the dramatics. Here’s the story. It’s raining outside, a cold winter’s night in Hanoi. I am running late to meet a friend at a bar across town. The xe oms, or cheap motorbike taxis, that so often frequent everyRead more