Tết II: Tết
A deep breath before plunging into a new year — kumquats, red envelopes and bunting between the flag and the hammer-and-sickle.
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A deep breath before plunging into a new year — kumquats, red envelopes and bunting between the flag and the hammer-and-sickle.
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"Yeah… I mean, they don't bother me…" — the eldest, on fireworks and a city he is beginning to call his.
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Water buffalo in shallow paddy water, dousing themselves with their tails. Content and untroubled.
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Tourism, Western influx, and what happens when the things that make a place itself are diluted by their own success.
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Hội An local life, seen through the steady rhythms of a man who knows every street by its produce.
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Google Translate as accidental poet — and the strange beauty of weddings, mistranslations and good fortune.
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Experiencing tropical storms in Hội An — the sound, the smell, the slow drift of a city under sheets of water.
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Life in Vietnam at Christmas — fairy lights in the lemongrass, a tree on a scooter, a different sort of warm.
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How we educate two neurodiverse boys through travel — the days, the books, and the questions that don't have textbook answers.
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AA meetings in Vietnam — a quiet ledger of recovery, on the other side of the world.
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Cultural observations from the other side of a familiar plate — held with curiosity, not judgement.
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Arrival in Vietnam, the long way round — bureaucracy, weather, and the patience of a family with four passports.
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A waiting-room essay — visa stress, sticky heat, and the strange luxury of having nowhere immediate to be.
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Chiang Mai to Bangkok by sleeper — a moving meditation, a midnight monk, and the slowest sort of arrival.
read on →A short letter every other Saturday with the latest entry, a photograph, and a daft thing one of the boys said this week.