Travels

Just came back from Phu Quoc, an island between the southern-most coast of Vietnam and the tip of Cambodia.  Waters that reflected the piercing irises of the sky.

A family of four walks past us towards the bright lights that casts a purple glow over the Saigon Opera House.

It's interesting – what you get used to on the road.  After traveling for a month, I am finally getting used to: * Sidewalk eateries. I occupy the same airspace as flies taking off and landing, where rats come out from the sewers at night to play, where meat is

Driving in Vietnam is a sequence of near misses, guts, luck, and the random spin in the loom of chance that weaves two paths bone-crushingly close together.

With all the tour groups totally shut down for Lunar New Year in Saigon, YuppieNomad and I decided to book a 4 day jaunt down to the 'rice bowl' of Vietnam.

Streams criss-crossed the town through a series of canals that lined the ancient streets, flowing from the Jade Dragon Snow Mountains.