I feel like I could get on my lovely little motorbike (although the term causes some consternation here) and take all the right turns until I find myself somewhere near Hoàng Hoa Thám, or Đội Cấn, or following the edge of West Lake. But I’ll just end up where I started. Continue reading
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“Our limbs, indeed, have enough room, but it is our souls that rust in a corner.” — Henry David Thoreau
There’s nothing like a new haircut to inspire one to action! I said, chop it all off, do what you will with this mop.
Maybe it wasn’t just the haircut. Maybe it’s also the fact that I’m on the move again, living out of a bag for the sixth time in as many months. Continue reading
The rain is upon us, day two of three, I’m told. Parts of the city will probably flood, the sewers groaning until they throw up their hands in defeat at the sheer weight of all this water. The first sign was probably the rats, who have been unusually active over the past few days. I should take out my garbage before they all escape for the cozy refuge of my second-floor apartment. Continue reading