Hanoi, Vietnam
A Wimbo Whip...
My week started out uneventful. Monday was my last night at Peace House, I ate together with the girls in our dorm one last time before packing up my things to head to my new house... with HOT WATER. Not that I had the misfortune of cold water on a daily basis, but enough that I was genuinly looking forward to my new place.
Tuesday night I hailed a cab just outside the Peace House and it began heading behind the metal yard that was close to our ...