I’m starting to realize that New York is much like Hong Kong, except that there are obviously more Chinese people here. I haven’t even been to Chinatown yet, but last night I watched the movie with Jack Nicholson and Faye Dunaway and my guess is that it’s pretty much the same. It’s a great movie … Continue reading Forget it Jake, it’s Chinatown
“Over-easy sunny-up hard-scrambled soft-scrambled omlette boiled poached. How. Do. You. Want. Them?” I’m eating corned beef hash for breakfast in a diner in Hell’s Kitchen. My server is angry with me – either because I’m English or because I don’t know how to order eggs, but probably both. I thought “fried, please” was good enough … Continue reading Breakfast
My phone chirps at six am. I walk half-eyed to the bathroom, lean over the sink and stare at myself in the mirror. I wonder if it’s too early to start plucking the grey hairs out of my beard. Too early in the day, for sure. I can be a morning person, but not the … Continue reading LHR/JFK
My little sister is having a baby, which is beautiful and amazing but really hits you where it hurts in terms of being an adult and getting your shit together, which I’m not at all and haven’t in the slightest. Right now my idea of forward planning is buying two cans of gin and tonic … Continue reading THE NORTH
I’m a morning person and if you’re a morning person you have to find more of your kind or you screw up cornflakes time for other people.
She glanced my way, reaching to the little table by the window and taking the last bottle of water. We both knew it was mine. She tore off the plastic seal, twisted the cap and drank with long, deep gulps. Thus ended a minor series of squabbles that had consumed our entire journey. I’d arrived at Hanoi Station … Continue reading A Day in Hanoi
I felt sad to leave Sapa. It’s always a shame leaving new friends and a place you’ve fallen in love with, but I’d been there for 11 days and nobody wants to be the hostel granddad. It’s the faces that make a place. Ally and Justin at the hostel, the woman who cheerfully sold me … Continue reading Sapa, Vietnam
STOP RIGHT NOW AND LISTEN TO ME It’s 2015: we put a robot with lasers for eyes on Mars. There’s a black man in the White house. People are still watching Seinfeld reruns. And the perfect hostel has been invented. If God made hostels (and in a sense he did, right?) he’d see the Mountain View hostel … Continue reading Mountain View, Sapa, Vietnam