When I stopped moving, so did the world

  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

Laos through the looking-glass: Luang Prabang.

Luang Prabang, Laos, view of Nam Khan River

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?

Hanoi, and the beauty in small things

Tran Quoc pagoda, Hanoi

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.