Men go abroad to admire the heights of mountains, the mighty waves of the sea, the broad tides of rivers, the compass of the ocean, and the circuits of the stars, yet pass over the mystery of themselves without a thought. St. Augustine, Confessions 2013 Sitting in Oxford, and I distinctly remember one of my… Continue reading When I stopped moving, so did the world
When someone sneezes in Vietnam, you respond with "cơm muối", or "rice and salt", because ultimately, that's all you need for a good life.
Can riddles show us truths? Hanoi, as imagined by some of its animal inhabitants...
What did I expect, when I visited the former Kingdom of a Million Elephants, the hidden jewel of old Indochina? An alternate Vietnam, where elephant did indeed roam the streets? A “lesser” version of Thailand, without the trademark smiles and tourist services to match?
Can travel teach us to be more self-aware, and confident in our own decisions, even in the Age of Social Media and FOMO?
Cát Bà island, a natural wonder and man-made dichotomy. Is it possible to still find secret places in such a rapidly developing space?
Every periphery is also its own centre.
Hanoi might genuinely be one of the few cities I've lived in where the sum of the parts is truly greater than the whole. Generally, Hanoi gets quite a bad press from a lot of western tourists; it's too polluted, the weather is temperamental and goes from one extreme to another, and most of all, the nightlife is incomparable to that of Saigon.
A look at Graham Greene's "The Quiet American", part spy drama, part colonial critique, set in 1950s Vietnam.