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February 21st 2013 Boris Braincell snuffled and reluctantly rolled over in bed to reach the beeping intercom. After a brief exchange he sighed and muttered to himself, 'Two bloody years and suddenly I'm flavour of the month again. One minute he ignores me for months on end and then it's ''Do this! Can you do that?! Can you think of something for the other?! Well, I suppose this means another flam
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