The same metal is playing. The same anger. The same desires. Only inside me, completely different captions are born next to the words I hear.
269. | Haiphong
No big lesson. No world-changing. Just a few days in Haiphong, with spontaneous decisions, strange situations and good tastes. And a new friend.
268. | Hanoi asked for another day
Hanoi gave me another day. For coffee, for wonder, for getting lost, for being lost, and for the feeling that I could somehow be at home among the stars.
267. | A day off in Hanoi
Past, ideology, spirituality, chaos, height, play and a quiet walk home. That’s what a perfect day in Hanoi meant to me.
266. | My Little Book of Tales
I spent 41 days collecting discarded playing cards on the roads of Asia. In the end, I found not only a deck, but also a unique book of tales.
265. | Arrival in Vietnam
Hanoi is both chaotic and lovable. Between the motorbikes, smiles, coffee, streets and flavors, I immediately feel like I’ve arrived in Vietnam.
264. | A bus where only the ceiling was free
15 hours on an overcrowded sleeper bus from Laos to Hanoi. It was uncomfortable, it was absurd, but I received humanity, food, and smiles along the way.
263. | From silence to chaos – two days in Phonsavan
After the silence of the Plain of Jars, I found myself in the middle of a rocket festival in Laos. I arrived as a stranger, and yet somehow I became a part of it.
262. | Preparing for Vietnam
I wasn’t very prepared for Vietnam. I read a lot about it, but I still didn’t get any smarter. A bus ticket, a few thoughts, and a country I was going to discover on my own.
261. | Phonsavan
BLT in Laos, a Chinese driver, a Lao doctor, chickens and a bank card lost in the rain. This is how I got to Phonsavan in two days.