January 2011
3 posts
I wake up with the chilly Hong Kong fog creeping in from the open window. Our bed, a pull out couch, overlooks the South China Sea.
We get into the HK airport yesterday at 9am, which means we leave HCMC at 6am. Preferring partying to sleeping, I bust out my most awesome moves at the most popular gaysian and ladyboy club in Saigon, Q, in the basement of the Opera House, with my bestie who moved...
Hanoi Hanoi big city of dreams
In the Phu Quoc airport I grab some disappointingly weak kim chee flavored crisps to fuel us on our Hanoian expedition. Once we arrive, we do the requisite bathroom stop and Brian notes a guy in line donning a beret, undoing his belt and trouser zipper, dangerously close to the guy unloading at the urinal. Brother was ready to roll. Welcome to Hanoi.
Arriving in Hanoi at night feels so different...
All sarong, all day rong
Finally, a full quiet beach day, where I can sit silently and listen to the waves of the bay… And the Russians, Swedes, Aussies and Brits around me. Some tourists are definitely kinder on the land and the workers here than others. Need to learn how to say “inside voices” in Russian. And if there’s broken glass and cigarette butts strewn in the otherwise pristine white sand,...