Author: Deidre
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Arrival
Hanoi –an unexpectedly small airport. There is my brother standing at the exit gate, his face all alight and grinning – a bunch of cellophane encased orchids and rigid palm leaves held askew. Behind him dreamy misted conical mountains take me back years and years. Luggage, taxi, optimistic excitement. We will be living for one…
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Passing through kingdoms
Beyond the triple glazed glass dome of the airport unfamiliar long legged birds duck and strut on the white sand encroaching the 5 lane highway. White cuboid houses outface the sun. Men and women are to transit through separate checkouts. It is Ramadan. There will be no eating or drinking in public places.The aircraft cabin's…
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You can’t plan everything
When does a trip begin? Is it when the contours of daily life take on a transparent aspect; when you note that the days and weeks pass with a rhythmic quality akin to the bump of moving train wheels but you feel you have travelled no-where. Something dancing, something formless like a swarm of…