Category Archives: Saigon Stories

This week at my work, a small sub committee of which I am a proud member, have to provide a morning tea for the rest of the staff. Now, it is only a small sub committee of four (including me) … Continue reading →

This week, Tuesday to be exact, I got a parasite and bacterial infection in my stomach, possibly from a paté and baguette snack I had for lunch from a street stall. It’s par for the course here, out on the … Continue reading →

The Vietnamese in Saigon can be, at times, seemingly – how can I put this? – dumb? But this is only my western eye saying this and it’s probably the result of the Vietnamese living in a communist country that … Continue reading →

Some years ago, I had a dream in which a giant black snake was entwined around my then girlfriend, and, while still asleep, I heroically beat the hell out of her with the duvet, in an attempt to dislodge its … Continue reading →

Every morning I go to the café and sit in the luxurious sofa chairs outside near the busy street, under small black pipes that blow a fine mist of Saigon tap water, gently into my coffee. Every morning, a young … Continue reading →

I quite like what they’ve done with the place… But, I can say that because I don’t live down there amongst it. I live down the alley away from the street. Late at night from my bedroom, I listen to … Continue reading →

I thought I might bring you up to speed on my situation, I mean, where I live. I know that many of you have been wondering about that. Sometimes lying in bed, kept awake by such questions as, I wonder … Continue reading →

Sometimes I’m surprised to learn that not everyone has exactly the same sense of humour as me. There is absolutely no reason why this should surprise me, but, sometimes it does. It certainly surprised the hell out of me to … Continue reading →