Floating candles and an impromptu art lesson from Mr Wan.
November 13th 2012 There is nothing like being somewhere heart breakingly romantic to remind you how unutterably alone you are. In the evening I walk down into the old town of Hoi An.
Its a picture postcard of how I like to think Vietnam looked in the 18th century. A little golden bridge arcs a milky green river strung with different coloured lanterns. In the water villagers offer rides from old wooden
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