Hanoi’s old quarter is a tight grid of 36 streets. Each street was named after the type of business conducted on it: Silk Street, Wood Turner’s Street, Fan Street, etc. The buildings were build by the French from 1900-1950 and have a wonderful, faded charm.
Yes, that is dog. When I walked buy, a bunch of men were enjoying roast dog for lunch. They called out to me and told me how much the loved it, just to get a reaction, I suppose. So, so, so gross.
Vietnam has the best beer in SE Asia. There are many varieties for sale, and most of them are based on European styles from colonial times. Freshly brewed beer is also available on the sidewalk. Unlike bottled beer, it has a more hoppy, fresh taste, and has less alcohol.

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99.9% of kids I see are always plugged into some type of electronic device. As I was thinking about why I like these images, it donned on me that this is actually what kids do when they don’t have smart phones, laptops, tablets, hand-helds, desktops, mp3 players and all other types of gadgetry. Quite a departure from sitting quietly, dissociating and staring at a screen. I see joy, risk, togetherness, happiness, exercise, collaboration, creativity, all-five-senses-being-engaged-at-once activities. This is how a lot of learning and development happens. I don’t mean to be critical of children. This is turning into a journal entry that I’m writing to/about myself. I’m one of the worst offenders, when it comes to the “plugged-in” life. This serves as a reminder at how awesome it is to just get out there and do something, talk to someone, force yourself to have to create your own significance.

BTW – This happened while the Seahawks were busy destroying the 49ers in the C-Link, 42-13. One of my favorite memories from 2012.

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A grapefruit shaped boulder, balanced precariously on the edge of a cliff. Wait, it’s actually not balancing, it’s floating! You heared me right, I said defying-the-laws-of-physics-floating-like-a-Jedi-warrior, floating. Word on the street is that you can easily pass a rope under the rock, from one side to the other. Legend has it that back in the day, when people weren’t sinning so much and making Buddha mad/sad, the boulder would float higher, and chickens could easily walk underneath it. Do you believe in miracles? Monks do.

(above) off-camera flash camera right, balancing the sunset light.




(below) A pilgrim who had probably been praying at the rock for most of the day. As other pilgrims put sheets of gold on the rock, flecks would fall down and collect in his hair.

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