Not just white boys: the final part of my previous email ended with a reference to the ‘white boys’, mainly Americans, who killed and died in Vietnam. But black boys came too and – for reasons obvious to anyone who’s thought … Read More »
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 »
Getting off a small island isn’t always easy. I wanted to fly back to the mainland today but can’t get a seat till tomorrow. I’m condemned to sit out another day under a coconut palm, sipping juice to the rolling boom … Read More »
Hello UK! I heard about your snow from Cal and Viv. Hate to rub it in but on Tuesday I took a light engined propellor job from Saigon to paradise. We flew due south over a Mekong Delta thick brown … Read More »
Some though not all of the content of this post is also in the photo-essay, Out of Abyssinia With a cranial capacity of four hundred cc, roughly a third of yours, she’d neither bore you with small talk nor go … Read More »
“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 »