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, …


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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. …


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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 …


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Stacked on a Scooter, Part II

A six foot tree A vast amount of ceramic vases Four huge rolls of bubble wrap Flowering trees A sheet of glass A street sign Five huge cardboard boxes, contents unknown A disassembled bed frame, including head and footboards

Fish Wednesday: I Hate Fish Edition

By Your Intrepid Substitute Blogger The idea of eating fish weekly — outside the summer barbecue season when I’m happy to throw Alaskan king salmon on the grill and serve it naked so you can taste the smoky goodness is less than appealing to me. I don’ like fish. Well, I don’t like most fish. …


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Postcard from Hanoi

1. Things seen in crazy quantity on the backs of scooters: Dogs Pigs Greenery Ceramic vases 2. Setting, rainy courtyard. A dozen people are chopping frogs over a large blue plastic bin. They’re all dressed in translucent blue rain jackets with the hoods up. A girl stops what she’s doing and stomps over to us. …


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