Con Dao Island, Vietnam. Street stalls stacked high with dried goods. Packed in plastic, tied with string, secured in plastic jars. The dried wares are alien to me, familiar.
15 years ago
After all the effort of booking flights and hotels, acquiring visas and catching a taxi at 6am to get to the wedding, I missed the main event. And probably.
15 years ago
The three nước ngoài (foreigners) in the office were focussed on meeting the 8pm deadline for putting the paper to bed on Christmas Eve. Our Vietnamese co-workers were, as.
15 years ago
I had two bittersweet Christmases in Ho Chi Minh City. Bitter because I was so far from my family, sweet because I was in an amazing and exotic city.
15 years ago
Darling Man is Buddhist and a minimalist. Trying to make him understand the mish-mash of Christmas traditions is difficult. So when I announced I was buying the baby three.
15 years ago
She only needs a pair of oversized sunglasses to complete the picture. She’s got everything else – big hair, an entourage, drivers and hordes of adoring fans. Like the best rock.
16 years ago
One of the greatest things about Vietnamese street food is that it’s everywhere. There are sidewalk stalls and food carts in just about every street, selling everything from sugar.
16 years ago
“This is the brake,” Chi said, squeezing the brake levers to demonstrate. “Yep, the same as a bicycle,” I said. “On this bike you have to hold the brake.
16 years ago