June 6. We didn’t Miss Saigon.
Forget to tell you we took an overnight train last night. This time, we arrive in Ho Chi Minh city, formerly known as Saigon, and I insist on walking a bit first, before we realize that we are lost and take a taxi to the Gecko bar, a place in the center where there would ...
June 5. Three lakes.
As our original motorcycle fails to start, we are offered another one and go for a ride to the waterfall with the three lakes, a famous guidebook hotspot of the area and something we just feel like doing today.
The road! I have never been a roady [often masculine, s.one who loves the road], but ...
June 5. Three lakes.
As our original motorcycle fails to start, we are offered another one and go for a ride to the waterfall with the three lakes, a famous guidebook hotspot of the area and something we just feel like doing today.
The road! I have never been a roady [often masculine, s.one who loves the road], but we ...
June 3. For stories about Hue, not here.
We visit the old city of Hue. Since this is a typical torist attraction and unlikely to generate any other story that what you will find by looking for Hue, I will pragmatically change the subject.

And why not? He has been lecturing about reality and related concepts for over fifteen years now. What ...
June 2. It’s good to be neurotic.
The bus is not allowed to cross the border. We have already crossed though and begin to miss our luggage that we have left in the vehicle. After two hours, passengers get impatient and some attempt to walk back. I suspect the bus driver to have betrayed us and to be selling the contents of ...