A voice from the past? Or just a different present? Thoughts on a bus trip.
314. | Stories of Huế
Huế was good to me. It gave me so many stories. It was a great stage for the performance of my life. Maybe one day I’ll come back to write a new act together.
313. | Stories instead of faces
Something has changed. It doesn’t matter when, what, or why. Since then, I don’t see faces. Stories. People.
312. | How do I decide before a 1,800-kilometer trip?
Freedom has a price. Sometimes we measure it in money, sometimes in risk. And sometimes we realize that the best decision is not always the most exciting.
311. | Huế
The first day in Hue. I have already solved a mystery that has been with me for months. The rest will be told by this city.
310. | Rục Mòn cave – Fell but don’t die
It’s not the cave that matters. I thought the words spoken in the darkness of the cave were the treasure. But they only led me to what really mattered.
309. | Phong Nha
Dinner for the body and soul. It was easy to realize that every settlement is about the same thing. About the people.
308. | Curse or tax?
I don’t buy cheap headphones because I don’t like music. It’s because I love life. And sometimes life keeps a pair of headphones for itself.
307. | Never Let Myself Down Again
Love at first hearing. How long does it take after everything falls apart? Thoughts on the terrace of a Vietnamese café.
306. | This sounds like a plan
I know what I want. Now they call it a plan. The path has become a little more specific. I like that too. As the lack of a plan.