‘The school is over the bridge’ she told me. My hands suddenly felt a little clammy. ‘Over the bridge?’ I gasped.
Teacher day was coming. ‘Can we party?’ my adult students asked. Obviously they didn’t know me well enough to know that wasn’t much of a fair question. I responded in really the only way one can when this is put to you. Yes – obviously.
Wrong Place, Wrong Time Anybody that has been travelling knows that some of the most memorable moments are not always the best. Anyone that regales you with a constant stream of stories involving smiles and rainbows; fairies and unicorns are either liars or just boring as shit. That’s not real life.
‘Welcome to the Socialist Republic of Vietnam!’ the sign screamed at me. I’d left England two days before and had only just arrived in Vietnam’s capital, Hanoi. It was past 10pm but the temperature remained stubbornly above 30 degrees.
I turned twenty eight two days ago. It seemed a good enough time as any to finally start this. It wasn’t a big birthday. I’ve only been in Vietnam for two weeks; still making friends.