Hanoi’s 3 AM feeling. It greets you even in the middle of the night, bringing its best face and putting its best foot forward: The bus from Hue drops us off at 3AM, and after fighting off the near-swarm of Touk Touk “where you going where you going” drivers, we’re wandering the empty streets trying … More 3AM’s On Hanoi’s Carnival: And All This Will End Too, Right?
And we begin where we ended: It’s morning number 3 of my first (of 3) Hanoi benders. My stomach is flipping as I’m flipping out, trying to move my check-out along so I can sort out my escalating bank problems. My wallet’s edging close to zero and a bus is almost here to take me … More Cash Kings and Beach Dreams: What are you Travelling for Son, to Hanoi, to Ha Long?
I woke up Wednesday morning thinking it was gonna be a different kind of day. I’d been counting down the days towards America’s Election like it was Christmas—“just two more sleeps”—because I was sure it would end this nightmare farce of a year. I felt sure that, for all the noise and bluster and pain … More The Mornings After: Why The Election is Devastating To Me