Stories

Once securing my stay in Đà Nẵng and leaving my belongings in more or less safe circumstances, I took a stroll around the coastal night market, which was quite nearby. I reminded myself that my beloved country, Romania, was playing in the Euros that very night. It was the round of 16 in the Euro […]

Life on the motorbike just seems to make complete sense. There’s that inner balance that the ancient scholars bragged about, be it somewhere in China or in the proximity of Athens. It’s all about the way, the balance, the 0 state or whatever one may call it. While on two wheels one seems to reach

I just woke up from a dream I really fancied. It was one of those dreams that you enjoy so much to the point that when you wake up from it, your disappointment is so bitter and complete that you make an effort to put yourself back to sleep. And you really try your best

I woke up in the morning thinking about all the lore and fantasy that Huế had to offer. And the fact that I could spend time in that city indefinitely just to uncover all those mysteries made me impatient to dive and wallow into all that sea of culture. I had the free breakfast down

I had another Bánh mì[1] at my favorite place in Da Nang, a city that kept me there indefinitely. If one reason to live in Vietnam was Bún chả Hanoi[2], another one would definitely be Bánh mì. After all this time in Vietnam, I must’ve had at least one thousand and one Bánh mì’s going in and

In the city of Hanoi the looks of foreigners can be found from time to time. Expat foreigners, to be more accurate. Some of these lads drive motorbikes. When in Hanoi, do as the Hanoians do. And these fellas have a very particular way of driving their 2 wheeled engines. Some outsiders call it madness.

I was walking on the street. Or the street was walking on me. It depends how one looks at it. But I’m not writing about the street. It’s about where the street got me. And it got me in front of a charming, beautiful, fabulous looking restaurant somewhere in the almost central area of Luang

It all began as a mistake. I was in Cambodia and my visa was about to expire. I had to do something about it. It was the first situation of the kind, since I planned to come back right away in Cambodia for some volunteering in a village near Battambang. At the time I didn’t

I had 3 days off. Combine that with the weekend and you have a mini holiday. The best thing to do, if you live and work in Hanoi, in many people’s opinion, is to get the hell out of that city and enjoy a less crowded, less polluted, less noisy corner of the planet. As

The jam It was June. The open air monthly jam session from the cute Dutch city of Haarlem was reenacted once again. The power of music united souls again. as it did on the first Saturday of every month. While some of us were using the art of sound to express ourselves, others were using