Where there's always a motorbike to take you somewhere -“Motorbike? Motorbike?” – and there's always a way to make a five minute walk seem far. Until, of course, you actually need a motorbike. Where the coast in Nha Trang stretches long and white, and has…
Where typical Vietnamese conical hats – woven from reeds to offer airy shade – are worn by rice farmers in the paddies, vendors in the city, and tourists in the departures line at the airport. Where unemployment is virtually nonexistent (much to the communist government's…
Where the nation’s beloved king, who rules from billboards and calendars across the country, is a people's chameleon: in the working city, the welcome sign depicts the king in a hardhat; in the artsy town, the king looks out from behind his camera; and at…
As related to me by Taylor Dixon, a tai-pan in the truest sense:
There’s something to be said for a week in Hong Kong: Our shin splints have given way to calves of steel and an uncanny ability to manoeuvre crowds. Our steamed dumpling radar is more or less bang on. And our Cantonese sucks. Trying to pass…
