Deidre

It rained heavily in the night. We swerve to work on the back of the motorbike past water buffalo, swampy rice fields and pagodas. Many… Read More »High kick trophy and bee wine

 What is that expression? Flying by the seat of one’s pants? Hitting the ground running? On our first day we observe two English lessons at… Read More »The Never Ending Question

The train has colonial high backed slatted wooden seats. We pass pagodas, hens picking across marshy morning glory fields,Thang Son, the mountain where Ho's body… Read More »Phuto Province

We need to get out, to catch the arranged train to Phuto Province. I had bought well fitting plastic shoes for sea bathing. I feel… Read More »Getting out

All porch steps have an integral ramp for access for motorbikes to parking in the front room. If the ramp were just 10″ wider Vietnam… Read More »Non disabled access –no exit

Did you hear the dog in the night? Sh..It’s too early ‘It was singing ‘Sh.. I heard the rain ‘Really singing ‘ Yes, I heard… Read More »A Special kind of quietness

At Monday’s early morning breakfast meeting with Phoung at a French Deli in the Old Town we are told that where we are going to… Read More »Non designated foreign entry

I find unexpectedly that I have become fond of the students in my classes during the month I have taught them. One class takes a… Read More »Goodbye Hanoi

Different streets specialize in different produce and artifacts. I like to explore. Behind the street children’s hostel the order of the day seems to be… Read More »Dogs in the Night