Hanoi — I roam around Hanoi on my 125cc motorbike (Sylvia is her name) and alternate cafes for offices. Today’s office is actually called The KAfe. The crowd is a mixture of Vietnamese and expats. The blond wood is too hip and the cupcakes too Western for those came searching for Graham Green’s Vietnam. The coffee is good. The internet speedy. The electrical outlets are accessible and the staff doesn’t s...
Hanoi — There are only 8 meals left. Eight. Tonight’s dinner (which I will make at home), two full days of breakfast, lunch and dinner and a quick breakfast before this self-sanctioned exile is over. Discover...
Hanoi — I had to take Sylvia to the shop today, a monthly maintenance check and a bath. We navigated all the way there by sight —- we haven’t been to this part of town since the day I brought her home. I lef...
Hanoi — There is a place in between… In between the tangled sheets of one night stands and meeting someone who is it; a place between the thrill of the chase and creating a life with him. I’ve just arrived...
Last Meal
Do you prefer perfection or affection?
Sylvia and I, vol. 24
Sylvia and I, vol. 23
It's all about eye contact
Work is not always WORK; how you get to what is next is well...keep on going.
Barefoot Cafe
Becoming Local. Learning to ride a motorcycle in Hanoi.
This half is mine, that half is yours.
How do you buy SALT?!
In between just for tonight and forever and ever.
I did not expect 9˚C in Vietnam .... nor an amusement park ...
Hidden Flashes
Crack a raw egg over steamed rice, mix, and pour your favorite furikake flakes over it.
You never really know with cities. They’re like people, and you don’t always hit it off.