Foto Friday
There isn’t a lot left of the ancient Cham ruins at My Son, but from the rubble it’s
August 23, 2013
A junk-boat night in Halong Bay out of Hanoi, after four months on the road.
There isn’t a lot left of the ancient Cham ruins at My Son, but from the rubble it’s
My breath fogs the air, mixing with the morning mist, as I climb out of the camper. The
I was momentarily blinded as I entered the labyrinth of makeshift booths. The simple relief of stepping out
Among the exotic and tasty food stalls of the markets of Saigon, one of my favorite sights was
I started to step into the street, my foot hovering in the air as my knees shook with
“Knee deep in the water somewhere, got the blue sky breeze blowing wind through my hair, only worry
We love markets, regardless of the country, and one of my favorite countries for strolling the local vendors
One early morning sand boarding in Mui Ne, Vietnam, I turned my head and spotted this lone sole
