Asia

The green, quaint town of Yangshuo and a tout wearing wire glasses awaited us weary travelers heading south from Guilin.

Four days in Hong Kong was too much time. So we boated over to Macau one day via a high speed boat.

Kunming unexpectedly introduced Chinese customs, like incessant smoking and spitting on public transportation, that left Nadine and I head colds.

A visa extension delayed our departure. However, exactly a week later, our passports returned with the ease of mind to roam Dalat and coastal Vietnam.

This concludes two weeks teaching English to a gregarious group of nuns in Mui Ne. The road beckons as we resume travels to northern Vietnam. Before our trip started, Saigon would have never been a city where we’d stay for a month.

Your first impressions of Ho Chi Mihn City are “this place has either cloned scooters with great efficiency or all 6 million people here own 2 of them”.

Vietnamese currency is the dong and every time we have to pay with dong here in the Mekong Delta, under my breath I sing Sisqo’s Thong Song.

After a busy day in Phnom Penh, a bus carried my backpack and its incredibly handsome owner to Siem Reap, closest town to the iconic Angkor Wat temples.