I always leave with much more than I arrived with. Tuy Hòa didn’t let me go empty-handed either. What if I can’t handle all the things I bring with me anymore?
325. | Tuy Hòa
Every closed hostel door opens a pub door. I remember reading this in a self-help book.
324. | Quy Nhơn
If everything had gone according to plan today, I wouldn’t have 14 mini dice. Today’s hike was just the way I like it.
323. | The control is the illusion
No control, no illusions, no tension. I am where I wanted to be, and the heavens intended that the bed I had imagined would be waiting at the end of the road.
322. | Hoi An
I didn’t get a pair for the third round, so I looked the clouds in the eye and thought that here and now there were neither questions nor answers for me.
319. | Da Nang
I don’t have to see everything. I don’t have to check everything. I just have to notice when, behind my own “no,” something says, very quietly: Of course. You do.
317. | What does it mean to be a guest in Vietnam?
A cup of tea. A bowl of soup. A can of beer. Lots of smiles. Sometimes that’s all it takes to make a stranger feel at home.
315. | A familiar noise
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.
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.