Hanoi: The Beginning of the End

Our arrival in Hanoi was with heavy hearts (and shoulders–backpacks, duh). On our bus from Mai Chau, the scenic and friendly rice village home-stay we had just left, we were told our long awaited Ha Long bay cruise had been canceled due to a typhoon named Ramussan heading straight for the Northern Vietnamese coast. We…

North of Hoi An

Vietnam continued: leaving Hoi An and heading north. Wow, how to catch up on a whirlwind of a first week in Vietnam. This country has been emotionally tolling for me, and I can’t shake that I’m-almost-about-to-cry feeling all the time. The placesĀ I’ve seen, how they have made me feel, and the people I’ve met. It’s…

Was Freud Wrong About Traveling?

2 Days prior to departure. Passport. Wallet. Camera. Phone. I repeat my packing list over and over again so that it becomes a mantra: a saying that is so familiar it’s comforting. This particular list, however, is much longer than usual and I find it hard to keep it in mental order. Bug spray. Sleeping…