Stories

Every now and then one stumbles across some special character that tells something as stupefying and intriguing as it can get. At least it keeps happening in my case for some reason. I can’t really explain why this is the case but I can’t say it bothers me either. On the contrary. As an aspiring […]

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

I began the lesson as usual. I was in one of the funny classes were I really enjoyed myself. I walked in and everyone stood up. I asked them one or two questions to get the atmosphere going. “ARE YOU HAPPY?” I asked all of them while they still stood up. “NO!” Most of them

Tori Onawa had always prided himself on his combobulation. His combobulation was his primary benchmark to measure his overall well-being. A combobulated day was a successful day for Tori. He had never witnessed a discombobulated day in his whole life. But one day that changed. A discombobulation was bound to happen sooner or later in

Many people will agree that high school is arguably the most intense time to be alive during the process of growing up as a human being. Some remember it dearly. Some dreadfully. The matter of fact is that during high school one of the most important breakthroughs concerning the individual’s existence happens. It is during

I was waiting for the plane to take off. I had just finished spending 2 weeks in Bali. Why Bali? Because I’d already been in Indonesia for nearly 5 months. I was just finishing my exchange semester in that country and my visa would last a few more weeks. So the best thing anyone could