Vietnam: The Good, the Bad and the Bizarre
One year has now passed since I moved to Vietnam, and if there's one thing I know when I wake up every day, it's that I'll see this at least once: A woman in a conical hat, a kid on a motorbike and a guy peeing on the side of the road. Seriously. But not all of my time spent in this part of the world has been predictable. In fact, just as frequently, it's been unpredictable. And I've enjoyed that. As I've enjoyed the fact it is: home to Dalat Palace Golf Club, one of the greatest courses -- and best-kept secrets -- in all the world; and close to family in Australia, which Claire and I have managed to visit twice -- first over Christmas and New Year's, then last month when we went camping in the Outback so that she could take 17,542 photos of crocodiles. (And anything else that moved.) What hasn't been so great? Well, there's what you would expect of a SE Asian nation: traffic, pollution, and the language barrier. But more unpleasant are the things no