As the taxi made its way through a sea of conical hats bobbing under the weight of fruit baskets, an unexpected feeling came over me. I didn't expect to be, but I'm absolutely overjoyed to be in Vietnam again.
Something about its sweaty lawlessness, its corruption, the dirt, and the ferocity in which daily life progresses here has indelibly endeared Vietnam to my soul. I love the constant feeling of anticipation and the hint that something cataclysmic will happen at any moment, creating instant heroes and villians... I feel like I'm in a Hemingway novel... or a Tarzan movie. I think I'm addicted.
Godammit, I love Vietnam!
1 comment:
I'm starting to while reading about it. but you know me, i'm too soft.
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