Jesus. Where to begin. I’ve always made a thing of challenging myself. If something seems difficult, or even remotely impossible, … Continue reading no hablo español.

So, today I swore at a child, and that’s when I realised I should probably leave Dalat. And before the holier-than-thou … Continue reading in which I snap.

To be honest, I’ll be glad when it’s all over. Vietnamese New Year – Tet – is a big deal. … Continue reading so, this is Tet.

Usually, my post-5pm run through Dalat’s heaving streets is a vertitable dice with death. Death, and dogs, and trucks and … Continue reading When Vietnam Didn’t Win The Soccer

It’s as if I never left. The lake is still stinking with bloated fish. The mad night market is still … Continue reading just passing through.

Ten countries in eleven months. I’m not bragging. It just happened. I didn’t plan it that way. In November last … Continue reading hello, goodbye.