Hoi An

The noise in the market is unbelievable – there’s the beep of scooter horns with drivers who seem to think that they have the same right of way as the pedestrians, the constant chatter of voices, the calls in English to buy buy buy. It’s all under the shadow of a complicated network of tarps …
…read more.

Hoo-Ay

That’s how you say it, not Hway, though I could be getting it wrong. There’s the language barrier and then there’s the accent barrier. Pronunciation aside, you have to like a place that’s rich in imperial architecture. The King’s tomb was a grand place, lined with a row of stone mandarins (not the orange fruit, …
…read more.

Colonize This

If Hercule Poirot did not hate boats, he might have been found on our journey. The weather, cold and misty, the passengers, a hodgepodge mess of travelers from all around the planet. As darkness fell, we huddled in the main dining cabin under blankets, drinking tea, telling stories, watching the karsts disappear into the dark. …
…read more.

Hanoi II

For breakfast today I had a bowl of rice noodles with a little shredded chicken, some green onions, and cilantro, all in a light broth. It settles the belly and warms the insides, a good thing because it’s much colder than we’d planned on it being and we’re all feeling a little sketchy. We skipped …
…read more.