I have been in Ho Chi Minh City for over two months now. I’m currently finishing up my TESOL course and have recently landed a job back in Seoul. If all goes as planned, I’ll be back in Korea a week from today. In all honesty, I’m ready to move on. It hasn’t been an …
Having been away from Seoul for a few months now, I tend to find myself “homesick” for Korea these days. In addition to missing friends and loved ones, I often have kimchi cravings and strange desires to jam out to K-Pop. I yearn to hear the fluid sounds of the Korean language and go shopping …
It always upsets me a bit to realize how little I know about the world. This realization springs up from time to time during my travels, whenever I stumble upon a certain festival or custom or religion that I had never before even had the slightest inkling that it existed. I recently took an organized …
The streets of Saigon have been eerily quiet the past couple days. Most of the city’s residents have gone to their hometowns and the ones that have stayed are busy eating and drinking with their families in their houses. I headed out to District 1 on New Year’s Eve to see downtown after dark. Although …
So, I’m back in Vietnam. Ho Chi Minh City, formerly known as Saigon, to be exact. Got an apartment. Got a cell phone. Got travel insurance. Got plenty of TUMS. Got a helmet. What I don’t got is a plan. Or blood pressure meds, which I’m starting to think that I’ll need to simply cross …
After having a morning manicure, Saemi and I headed back to her place to be treated to a homemade meal. Saemi’s mom had cooked up some delicious bulgogi and kimchi– the best I’ve had, mind you- and I couldn’t help but scarf down a big portion of the deliciousness. I guess it’s a good thing …
“Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle,” hissed a cooking egg as its creator, a moody street food vendor, simultaneously moved around a frying pan, plated food, and took orders from foreign customers. “Drip, drip, drip,” replied my traditional Vietnamese coffee as it trickled from filter to glass over sweet condensed milk. “Vroom, vroom, vroom,” roared the seemingly endless …
[Note: The blogs about my trip to Vietnam are not in the usual blog-type style. My entries are merely to document the events of my travels there, rather than focus on one specific aspect of the country or its people. These writings are more for me than anyone, so I apologize in advance for the …
[Note: The blogs about my trip to Vietnam are not in the usual blog-type style. My entries are merely to document the events of my travels there, rather than focus on one specific aspect of the country or its people. These writings are more for me than anyone, so I apologize in advance for the …