Pools of tranquility in a sea of scooters hooters. Confucian antics, sweet milk and sleeper trains. An unusual wedding, wasabi torture and brotherly love. Beach bodies, deep fried pigs intestines and sleeping on the tiled floor. The final musings of the wandering nomad. I sit in highland coffee the Starbucks of Asia, Westlife beautifully destroying my blissful Asian illusion to the buzz of speaker distortion topped with a blend of coffee grinders. It feels to...

Cont..... To dead guys and sour soup then. Right slap in the middle of the City is a Mallosium for Ho Chi Min. For context it looks like great Parthenon meets the Death Star. We were separated into two lines at the first check point ordered to surrender our bags, cameras at phones at check point two, and final at check point three girls had to cover up. Being of the male race and clearly superior as long as my shorts came to the knee I was in the clear with my...

Dead guy, pipes and sour soup. Hanoi the ancient city of the easy. It's labouring bulk dissected with elastic twisting limbs. We are staying in the old quarter, the most exciting and labyrinth part of Hanoi. We arrived yesterday worn out from our epic train adventure but keen to explore. Hitting the street we pulled up a tiny child size plastic chair on a the busiest street corner in history. (the rule is the smaller the chair the cheaper the beer) We were ...

Return to the mystery of the reunification express. Mad Irene, the raving one eye was gone, and so where her accomplices. We rebounded the reunification express through the thronging masses of Hue, picking our way through the carrion of plastic bottles and moulding fruit that blocked our way, a sea of detritus in an ocean of filth. The train brought back eerie memories of a long lost life, a de ja vu striking at the brainstem. I swear it was the same cabin, I ...

"The ghost of travelling yet to come...." One hot and muggy evening there was evil lurking in the air, the auras' cast bad tidings and a chill passed over my being, it was as if someone had walked over my grave. I went to sleep as per normal a hurried and light sleep, a sleep of wanting but not of taking. The kind of sleep you know you need to get, but you realise you haven't much time, so then can't because you think you must! But I digress. It was 2.13am a...