I am in a remote area of Loas known as Four Thousand Islands (Si Phan Don). It’s one of those places you go when you run out of places to go.
Other than the sea food and my cutesy “this should be featured on Pinterst” homestay, Can Tho is the Cleveland of Vietnam. Totally blue collar with no hawkers trying to sell you trinkets or drag you on a day tour. I meandered to the local fresh market where I purchased my coveted souvenir: sea salt.
Does wearing weird clothing make music sound better?
I’ve been at the Epizode music extravaganza this week in Pho Quoc, Vietnam, that is, if you consider techno music er uh, music.
If you have overdosed on golden nipples or forgot to bring attire to properly cover up your own, visit Bangkok’s Cultural Center, free of charge or dress code.
The Facebook message found me on fringes of Southwest Thailand. It was from John, first home-town boyfriend and now writer for the local paper. “Lori Danneffel died.” This can’t be right. I just saw her this summer. Lori? She has a husband. Grandkids. A contagious laugh that still rings in my ears. A pit forms in my stomach, the kind […]
Hanoi is like that coworker who drank one too many cups of coffee. Chaotic, noisy, highly caffeinated with French frou-frou around the fringes with an old Asian soul. I went to Hanoi to unwind which is was impossible as going to the Willy Wonka Chocolate factory to lose weight. Don’t get me wrong. I love the Hanoi from […]