I had the address written on a piece of paper. 79 Ly Thuong Kiet Street.
A visit from a man who claimed he was robbed at gunpoint and his secret documents stolen.
Richard Pettit was the Charles Bukowski of Hanoi in the late 1990s. This is one of his stories.
I knew that I would never step inside the narrow walls of Café 129 again.
Yangon is off my bucket list. Thank you Ma Thabye.
Vientiane in 1995 was the sleepiest place on the planet.
I lived in Amsterdam in 2006-07. I blogged about my life there at www.moneytowerblues.blogspot.com.
I lived in Saigon from 2008 to 2013. A concrete jungle.
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