Ket Thuc (The End in Vietnamese, without the accents as I don’t know how to do them on my laptop…)

Sat in a Malaysian hostel I ponder over my last couple of weeks in Vietnam. When the journey first began, applying for the visa in Cambodia, I expected to spend maybe a little over four weeks traversing the country. Ten weeks later I glumly watched my faithful motor cycle, Heather, being driven away by a local mechanic in …

That time I got sick in Nam

For some days after seeing the boys I was a bit of a wreck. Physically, because it had been a non-stop whirlwind tour of Ha Lon and, perhaps more peculiarly, my head was all over the place as well. I say just my head but it was those things that normal people call emotions that …

The Double Dutch Belgian Waffle

After inadvertently entertaining me with her difficult journey on the jungle road the day before, Jojo proved her worth again the next day in a town called Kontuum. By using her powers of stubbornness she pretty much forced me to stay at a guesthouse which was very much over my budget. Luckily for her it …