The highs of Hoi An

It’s our last day in Hoi An. What a trip. I feel we have just got into the groove. I know my way around the streets on the scooter. We have found our posie at the beach. We know the staff. I’m sad to go.

Vietnam – day one

So I wasn’t expecting this. I put my boy in the middle of the bustling streets of Hanoi. He doesn’t like it. ‘It’s so old, mummy.’ ‘Why are the people so poor?’ ‘I don’t like it here. I want to go.’ Fuck. Now what do I do? We’re here. It’s too late. He starts to … More Vietnam – day one

Trip to the end

It once had 28 pubs, five banks, eight churches and two local newspapers. There were many brothels, gambling dens, murders and men who crawled in tunnels under the main road so they didn’t get robbed on the street. People came from all over the world to live here, hoping to make their fortune. Now it’s … More Trip to the end