Jack Fisher

Ah – such a long way away from the Yunnan buses with secondhand smokers and pigs in the literal blankets.

The store keepers provide service and goods with a smile – even when you don't have enough change.  Ask for directions and you'll get led to the exact place.

Besides getting an article published while in Vietnam – as a result of Blowingbubble's help – my Vietnam photos have now been published by Remote Lands, a Manhattan-based luxury travel company.

I'll try to get the blog up to speed on what's been going on so far – the Istanbul neighborhoods, getting robbed (although I'm in great spirits), Yuppie Nomad's return on the trip after the sojourn back to the States, and our escapades across the mustard and indigo coasts...

Turks flow into Persians who mesh into Indians who gradiate into Inonesians who blend into Vietnamese who seem disarmingly similar to Chinese.

All over the world, I see groups of men huddled among rusty scissors and jars of antiseptic lotion (what is in that green stuff they rub on your face before hacking away with a dull razor-blade?).