It was 10pm just outside of Hanoi. My sister, Maulia, my friend, Jon and I were sat in a seatbelt-less Taxi speeding down a half built Highway on the way into Hanoi from the airport. The driver was threading through the multiple variety of cars,…
A few weeks ago Jon Pinhorn, a dear friend from home and a fellow expat currently living in India, decided to pay me a visit for his holiday. Coming from the North Indian “dry state” of Ahmedabad, he was anxious to see some tropical islands…
