Vietnam's father of poetry - Nguyen Du
Rice, lots and lots of rice
At the mouth of Phong Nha cave
Inside the cave. Can you see the ghosts?
Mood Lighting
The soldier to war, assured never to return. His wife cuts his wrist and blood drips into the wine filled cask held aloft by the child. The family will drink this as a tribute to his soul.
Rescued and released
Looking north for a lost father. The DMZ.
Inside Hue Citadel
A Chinchilla in Vietnam, who woulda thought?
5: Arriving on the scene of an accident involving 2 mopeds. One had 2 passengers and the other 3! 2 people were killed and the mourning started before the bodies were removed. The air was heavy with burning incense. It was a sobering reminder that Vietnam's roads can be quite dangerous.
4: Meeting a cop who had just filmed what a bunch of local tribes people did to an elephant. The elephant was used to carry tourists around as a money earner. The elephant killed his 'master'. Knowing that actively killing the elephant would be illegal, the villagers decided the best thing to do was starve the creature to death instead. Once the animal had died, villagers took to it with chain saws and hacked it to pieces for food. The film footage (on his mobile) of the act was horrendous.
3: Drinking with locals and a man goes off and gets his pet monkey. A monkey who loved crackers in fact.
2: Ever wonder what it is like to 'pay off' a cop? I don't have to because we had to do it not once but twice! To the underpaid provincial cop, the roadblock opens up a world of opportunity for extorting unsuspecting motorists. After the bribe was paid, the policemen apologised to me for the delay. Are you serious?
1: Sitting at a roadside village bar and the area gets hit by a swarm of flying termites. Not to miss an opportunity, the a woman working there hurriedly collected these litter critters, which would soon end up as a deep fried snack food. I was more than happy to help her collect the little beasties. Mmm, delicious.
The smoky hills and lush green countryside west of Hanoi
Whatever your poison, it's unlikely it comes in Scorpion flavour. A hangover is guaranteed.
Yes, he did stop his moped in the middle of the road. And yes, he did beg me to take his picture. He would be so proud.
Showing Scotland what Green really is.
Has anyone seen my chopsticks?
Heading home after a long day at work in the fields.
Processing tobacco the traditional way.
The famous water pipe of the tobacco farmer. I hit it, coughed my lungs out, and they all promptly burst out laughing.
Pulling a bird in Vietnam.
At the birthplace of the revered Ho Chi Minh. 
And I didn't even go to Ha Long Bay. Some would say I am crazy, and others would say I am just plain stupid. But quite frankly, if your having a great time already, why question it. In Hanoi, people watching really is king. From the the street vendors to the cyclos ferrying their chubby tourist clients, to the moped passengers who think it is a good idea to get on a different moped, in motion I might add.
Sit back and drink some traditional Bia Hoi with the locals and watch the people go by. It really is that simple to forget all the worries of the world.
And this is a city whose people, at least on the surface, seem content. The social understanding between Hanoi's inhabitants seems uncomplicated and to the point. And we in the west might think of places like Vietnam as being at the other end of the earth, (culturally rather than geographically) but not so. People are simply people. A walk round Hoan Kiem lake will tell you everything you need to know about the people of Hanoi. There are young couples stealing a kiss while their parents aren't there to scold them, Ice cream vendors doing their best to tempt you, joggers of all ages panting with breath hoping against hope they don't have to go round again and the occasional squabble round a small table as cards and cash trade hands quickly. This is pure, unadulterated, uncomplicated life.
Fellows travellers will say 'you better get your tourist hat on a bit'.
So, get yourself off to see 'Uncle Ho' as he is affectionately known to the Vietnamese. You'll find him in his resting place within the Ho Chi Minh Mausoleum. The father of the revolution who ousted the French is toasted as this nation's creator. He pushed out the colonial oppressors, but also created the socialist ideology alive in Vietnam today.
Or, head off to the Temple of Literature, where you can find peace within its gardens and pagodas, but also pay your respects to the great teacher himself, Confucius.
I am a fan of history, but far more a fan of people, today. They are always the most exciting, and in Hanoi you will undoubtedly, find ample excitement. Walk round the Old Quarter, visit Don Xaun Market, eat ice cream on the shore of the lake, jump on a moped, and drink a beer with the locals.
And if you must, visit Ha Long Bay. I can't wait to see your snaps.
I'm doing my best to see a bit of the world I have always wanted to travel to, and today it feels like I hit the big league. If I'm honest, Bangkok was a bit of a damp squid, a very large damp squid. The city is far from the glamorous vision of the East I had. True, it served as a great introduction and a good place to acclimatize to the urban intensity in this part of the world. But, it's usefulness ended there. Some beautiful temples were on offer and they proved a great calming relief to the cities heat, and it's noise. And yes, there will be many a voice that disagrees with me, but Bangkok is just not fun. The depravity of the sex scene was on the one hand quite amazing, but at the same time, incredibly creepy. You'll find the Nana 'Entertainment' plaza at the heart of Bangkok's largest tourist area. See it, but perhaps only in daylight. You can have fun in Bangkok, but limit yourself to 2-3 days, anything more is better spent in other parts of Thailand.
So, now I find myself in Hanoi's Old Quarter on the shore of Hoan Kiem Lake. The Lake of the Returned Sword, and its rarely seen population of giant tortoise, enigmatic as they are. I do not know how to say this any more forcefully, COME HERE AND COME HERE NOW. It has been mere hours, but I am already in love.
The chaos and noise combines perfectly with the old colonial architecture and the cities symbols of socialism. The first and perhaps scariest test of any Westerner in this city is the dreaded need to cross the road. You can wait for the traffic to stop, but believe me, your visa will have expired by then and immigration officials will be looking for you. Step into the road, put one foot in front of the other and go. Hesitate at your peril though. Move confidently and the hordes of motorcycles and cars will move around you like a water coursing down a river. Get over that ordeal and your task is simple, enjoy yourself.
It helps that I arrived on a night when stages appeared around the lake. No dilly dallying here, the stage I'm watching form a terrace bar only went up about 4 hours ago. The general impact on traffic seems irrelevant as acts from military choirs to aerobatic performers delight the gathered ranks of mopeds and their seemingly unwitting passengers. It only serves however, to reinforce the fact that after years in the hinterland, Vietnam is waking up and the deep pockets of the west should take notice. In my very short time here I have come to one conclusion, this place is a jewel if ever there was one.
A quiet day in Bangkok's suburbs
The 'Sleeping Buddha'
I bet he hates this...
Down river side
Tuk-Tuk!
Imagine you're walking along the side of small lane. Mopeds and cars are flying past you, there are more street stalls than you can imagine, and your senses are working overtime. You're looking around, at everything and nothing - the cacophony from the road, the glare of headlights, the Deep smells from street food vendors and the myriad of faces are a delight to the senses.
And the next thing you know you nearly walk into an elephant. Yes, an elephant. A real live, swaying, grey chunky elephant. RIght there, in the middle of the sidewalk. No, it's not minding it's on business, but working. And it will walk the streets, night after night after night.
Bangkok is a city of contrasts. Throw into the mix young Thai urbanites, the 5 star hotels and condos, the vendors, the hoards of tourists, the working girls, the lady boys, and one smallish elephant. But then add an ample measure of poverty. There are beggars on the street who have maimed themselves (i.e. limb amputation being extreme but nonetheless a fair example) to appear as being in greater need of your coinage, and the mothers who bring their children to the street to beg, some still infants.
That elephant represents the hoards of rural Thais who leave the country side and come to the city in the hopes they can break out of the poverty that has followed them since birth. The elephant is a revered creature in this country. But to the mahout (handler) who brings his animal into the city to walk the streets of Sukhumvit each night, that elephant is a source of income. He sells smalls bags of food to the tourists so they can feed the animal.
Animals being used in this way is truly shameful. But the greater sin is poverty, were it not for it, the elephant would be in the country where it belongs.
Come here and spend your money, and spend a lot of it. But spend it with a conscience.
