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*in less than 1800 words given the infrequency of my posting. It’s no wonder readership of this page has dropped off a cliff. Not only was my last dispatch two weeks and another country ago, but the last one- titled ‘Eve of Destruction in Paradise’- was decidedly morbid in it’s opening and overall tone. Whilst I may have hopped countries, and been through seven different places in that time, the White House continues to descend further into its ‘Death of Stalin’ period with courtiers left and right pretending that the…
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‘But there’s one thing I know Though I’m younger than you That even Jesus would never Forgive what you do… I think you will find When your death takes its toll All the money you made Will never buy back your soul’ – Bob Dylan, Masters of War As with my previous posting, there is something rather insidious about posting from paradise as we collectively stand on what Barry McGuire called the eve of destruction. Ironically, it is as the masters of war stand on the precipice of sending us…
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Jesus don’t like killing ‘Your flag decal won’t get you into Heaven anymore, Their already over-crowded from your dirty little war. Now Jesus don’t like killing no matter what the reasons for, And your flag decal won’t get you into Heaven anymore’- John Pine Everything has gone to Hell in a handcart thanks to the dementia ridden, golf cheat, sexual assaulter and alleged paedophile Commander-in-Chief of the United States military; and his insider trading corrupt cabal of coke-addled cronies. And Neytenyahu. Good job lads. Throughout my time travelling these past…
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Hasta la vista Hanoi. It’s been a little over two months since I touched down in Ho Chi Minh City with not a word of Vietnamese in my lexicon; staggered by the traffic and (absence of) laws of the road; and totally overwhelmed by the frenetic pace of life; the smells and sounds of everything around me. Fast forward to today, as I sit waiting for my overpriced airport ban my trung, I can reflect that that the last two months have been nearly, pretty much, everything I dreamed my…
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A note on this posting I had initially planned to post… well, finish writing and then post… this thing late last week. But a kickabout with some lad down the alley adjoining our homestead led to my celebrating the pictured chap’s below birthday with a bunch of the locals. After a number of shots of locally prepared liquor (I was convinced I was going to become one of those news stories about English abroad who chug ethanol) and some puffing, I didn’t manage to post it, let alone finish it.…
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A soup so good I have broken my rule of photos taken, where only a fool would disturb their culinary delight by whipping out a phone and recording the sight of food so grand one cannot stand but share the glut now in my gut. Famous regional speciality of crab noodle soup here in Haiphong just round the corner from my beautiful alley hidden homestay. I’ll finish writing, after I start writing, and post the once again long overdue travelogue at some point today…
Bobo roaming 