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You may remember an article no so long ago about the Shrinking Violet Hotel and dramatic events involving a seething former ship’s captain of a guest of the hotel quitting it forever, late at night, seemingly minus a mother-of pearl-inlaid ship’s wheel or bottle of rum, or both, but with, under his arm, a big cardboard box of the kind in which model sailing boats, a Saigon specialty, are packed for dispatch on semi-circumnavigations of the globe. Well, now, things have gone on apace. [ more... ]
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Beside the town of Kon Tum is a special café. Right at the door, you see a statue. Stepping inside, along every path as you make your way through twists and turns, at every nook and cranny you come across statues. [ more... ]
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In the 1960s, street pavement in Hanoi was divided into two distinct categories. The type made before the French left in 1954 was paved with red bricks and wrinkled diagonally to avoid getting slippery after showers. [ more... ]
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I had a passion for bird-trapping when I was in school, but not the experience to do it alone. I had to accompany an experienced person, a farmer, of an older generation. The crow of the cuckoo was heard everywhere in gardens, especially when the rice had turned from green to yellow all over the fields (before it ripened) and the spring air had come. [ more... ]
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I heard that from a group of Vietnamese men toasting at the food table in a restaurant located in Ha Dong, Ha Noi. They drank rice alcohol mixed with bear bile with a belief to become powerful like bears. [ more... ]
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As our plane banked steeply in preparation for our landing on the short runway of the Noi Bai airport, out _side Hanoi, Vietnam, I thought about all of the different people I had been on my many previous trips to Vietnam. [ more... ]
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My paternal grandfather was a worker at Bridge Company No5. [in the mid-1960s] He and his colleagues repaired the damage left by the American bombings. After the [Vietnam] war was over [in 1975], he and his co-workers were in charge of the maintenance of the bridge. [ more... ]
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Historian Duong Trung Quoc said in the Dan Tri Newspaper of 13 November, 2009, ‘The Long Bien Bridge is like the Eiffel tower spanning the Hong [Red] River. It is a beautiful symbol in the heart and mind of the Vietnamese.’ [ more... ]
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I visited Thuong Minh Village and met an old shaman, Ban Van Kim. Mr Kim was 80 and the oldest Thủy person. He was small and spoke little Vietnamese. Mr Kim said the Thủy had migrated from China about 400 years ago because of war and disease. [ more... ]
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At the foot of the An Hoi Bridge, about 100 metres from the well-known Temple Bridge, in World Heritage Hoi An, in Central Vietnam, I heard ‘Hello’ [ more... ]
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