A conversation with a friend yesterday reminded me of the great joy that was our stay in SaPa.   One of my former roommates, Karl, has been to Vietnam more than a few times. He gets a job here, works at it for a while, maybe a year at most. Then he quits, heads to … More SaPa


Around 11-30 pm on the 30th of May, we reached Hanoi, Vietnam. Neither the Visa officers (we had a mandatory pre-arranged invitation letter)nor the immigration officials said much. An airport shuttle picked us up and dropped us at the hotel we named, a hostel whose name we googled on our phone during transit in Chicago. … More Hanoi