What is Hanoi Part Three. That one hellish summer. A year in Vietnam sounds fun, right? Well, hold your horses, slow your roll. Think on it for a minute. Cause it’s a hell of a commitment. Because when you’re not used to heat – unbelievable, unbearable Unfathomable, disgusting, humid, insane, lung destroying Stinking, … Continue reading What is Hanoi part three. That one hellish summer.
What is Hanoi? Part two. Doi Can Street provides. Down at street level the sidewalks – pavements are packed Food stalls spill in to the road where adults sit on kindergarten stools Food is plentiful and cheap Everything you would come to expect from a Vietnamese road side Mi Xao, Banh Cuon, Bun Rieu … Continue reading What is Hanoi Part 2. Doi Can street provides
What is Hanoi – Part One Rooftops and Balconies Like Vietnam’s dirty laundry the air hangs in the sky Covering the bikes, trees, children and lining the lungs of the infants Empty beer cans roll around on my balcony from the occasional Gust of wind The neighbouring rooster clucks. Occasionally cock-a-doodle-doos From the … Continue reading What is Hanoi? Part One. Rooftops and Balconies
1 “Daniel Love! If you don’t get out of that manhole this instant I will phone your mother!” she was standing three feet above me on the wet pavement holding mine and the Doc’s bags. “Ha! You’ve gotta come down here its awesome!” I yelled up through the darkness with Doc at my side sporting … Continue reading A Pyromaniac in the Woodshed
There was always room for one more place at the table, the seat always sat empty under the patterned table cloth, all stained with blood and nicotine coughed from the lungs of Pops, the old man with a gold tooth and a plastic heart. Pops had sat alone at the table for four years since … Continue reading For the old boy sat alone at the table