Sorry. I couldn’t let it go unsaid.

Dear Vietnam government, You suck. At first I thought you were pretty annoying when the hotels insisted they keep my passport and report to the government I had stayed there. But then I did some research and found that you suck even more than that. When you won the civil war in 1979, you leveled […]

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I miss you. Sorta.

Today marks three months of traveling. Three months without a job, a routine, high heels, or mashed potatoes. Tough, tough life.Actually, right about now I am feeling the first tinges of home-sickness, mostly in the form of weird cravings for stuffing and yellow mustard. In thinking about it… I miss peanut butter.But I don’t miss […]

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Yes, weasel poo!

Some quick observations from my month in Nam : Their money is called ‘dong’. I am less mature than I thought because I giggled like Beavis every time someone told me a price. They pirate everything. You cannot buy a legitimate book or DVD in the country. In fact, I bought a photocopied book, and […]

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Help! Vietnam is in a nutshell!

Nam is a long narrow country, almost the shape of an ‘S’. I guess it is an ‘S’ written by a quill pen dipped in too much ink. I arrived on the top, near China, and made my way along the curves by bus. Here is a run-down of the cities and what happened where: […]

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Not Hugh again.

The first night in Vietnam, I watched ‘Music & Lyrics,’ ‘Dreamgirls,’ and ‘Knocked Up.’ Yes, in a row. From my sagging hotel bed. Utterly pathetic, I know. But I was hiding from the bustling streets and, honestly, the Vietnamese. They rolled their eyes when I walked into their shops, they cut and pushed in line, […]

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