We lived like animals

14 Jan

Yesterday I was struck for the first time, amazing though that now seems, by a simple thought. I turned eighteen in 1970. Had we a Tony Blair in Downing Street at the time it’s not too fantastic a stretch – … Read More »

Real Vietnam

12 Jan

A twenty-five minute flight from Phu Quoc had me on the mainland town of Rach Gia before ten am on Sunday in good time for buses to Can Tho, hub town of the Mekong Delta. The first bus smelt strongly … Read More »

Didn’t Miss Saigon

5 Jan

“Oh that magic feeling; nowhere to go”. I don’t know whether the Beatles were singing about homelessness or just how it feels to be in a place you’ve never been before and having no idea of your next move. If … Read More »