Stories

I woke up realizing that I was surrounded by strawberries. Plump, juicy, well-shaped red drops of nature were all that I could see. Fields of strawberries stretched far and wide no matter which way I looked. I didn’t know what to do other than close my eyes. Living was easy with eyes closed, misunderstanding everything […]

I drove along a wide and empty beach, leaving Mũi Né and all its elements behind. My next stop was Phan Thiết, where the plan was as simple as it could get. All I had in mind was find a motel in the water front area and just sleep all day. It was around lunch

Remember when we both got woken up by a cockroach after we had our first coitus following our first date, a few days after we first met? We both jumped like bunnies in a field, startled by the dern roach and then your retarded fat cat was playing with that big bug in the corner.

Noon was getting closer in a small town in Belarus. Pavel was one of the small-town people who would choose to step outside his modest abode. He’d been living in the exact same flat of the exact same building for no more than 51 years, 4 months, and one week and a half. At that

Every now and then one stumbles across some special character that tells something as stupefying and intriguing as it can get. Such an individual suddenly pops in and out in some of the most random place just to deliver an anecdote that simply can’t be forgotten so easily. And once that’s through, one doesn’t get

I entered Budapest after seeing the Bavarian Alps and glimpses of Vienna on the way. It was twilight when the bus driver announced our arrival in the Hungarian capital. I followed Martina’s instructions (my peer from college), and after a long subway ride, I found myself on a cobblestone central street where an old tram

We walked through the wonder garden full of poignant green nuances. We were like those 2 kids in the school trip venturing off the beaten track, making our own personalized itinerary, just for the sake of invalidating all the plans our teacher had carefully and meticulously prepared for us. We were the rebels, the troublemakers,

I arose from my bed at the dawn’s calling. The sole thought in my mind was a simple one. One word with an exclamation point, in capital letters, to add further stress to the exclamatory nature of it: GO! No matter what, I needed to go. I made a promise to my dear Viet brother

Yusuf was coming back from breakfast and a quick promenade back and forth to the iconic Merlion statue from Singapore. It was only his 2nd day in the bustling South East Asian metropolis for him. The excitement of a tourist discovering a new city was untouched. Especially after licking his fingers due to one of

Eventually, I decided I had more or less enough of the whole Đà Nẵng business. What more could I even get from that city? And one could loaf around in a hostel with jolly Russians only that much. So, my sacred errand of reaching good old Saigon was thus resumed with renewed energy. 30km down