The cure for culture shock appears to be a witch’s brew involving laughter, the Phuc Dat Hotel in Vung Tau and a two-headed raincoat. Imagine two super-sexy witchy-ladies dancing.
14 years ago
So here we are in Vietnam, reunited as a family, after my unplanned solo parenting adventure in Europe. Miss M and I have been back six weeks, yet it.
14 years ago
Ho Chi Minh City has changed a lot since we lived here last. It’s cleaner and the traffic is calmer. A lot — and I mean A LOT —.
14 years ago
Opening with an apology. Apparently I confused a lot of readers with my Dropping Back In post last week. One thousand apologies if you read that and thought WTF?.
14 years ago
In the supermarket in the expat enclave of An Phu in Ho Chi Minh City, anxiety suddenly stabs me in the stomach. There are so many unfriendly Western faces..
14 years ago
The day starts with free-range busy-ness. Everyone attends to what they think is important. The supervisers keep half an indulgent eye on the self-styled geniuses who are mostly happy.
14 years ago
Xin chào độc giả thân mến (hello dear readers)! Just a quick hello from our new home base in Ho Chi Minh City. Miss M and I had such.
14 years ago
Vietnam’s national dish has a mysterious magical appeal. The smell, the textures and the ritual of preparing a bowl of phở invades people’s dreams. Perhaps that’s why it’s so.
14 years ago