Toot toot ! Alllll Aboard ! I was very almost bodily carried from the ticket counter to the waiting room and from thence onto the train by these lovely Indonesians. What fine, kind people they are. I’m sorry this is such a crummy shot but it took me by surprise when all the porters at […]Read More The Java Express
Whilst I was down for the count Bill tuktukked out to the Red Fort. He reported a certain austere grandiosity, emanating from a deceptively simple but incredibly powerful collection of buildings that have seen the birth and death of Empires and the creation of India. Refreshed by a kip we decided to follow the rings […]Read More Red Fort, Roccoco Respite, Runaway Trains
Enfin! We have found the perfect croissant, here in little old sleepily gorgeous Vientiane. Laos retains much more of à French sensibilité (if they were British of course it would be sensibility), than Vietnam. We suspect it’s the laid- back attitude of the Laotians lacking the revolutionary zeal of their border brothers and sense too that […]Read More Buttery Pastries, Lotus Seeds and Bamboo Saxophones
Our shoes clomped along the cobbled stones of the alley as we made our way down the side of the Cathedral to join the buzzing devotees milling in the Plaza. Hanoi has given us so much joy and fun and food and coffee and music and poetry. This city is a poem in itself, stamped […]Read More The Reunification Express
Once upon a time, in a deep dark cave (right next to a teensy-weensy lane full of love) there lived a VERY BIG TRAIN. Now not just once but several times a day, this throbbing, smoking, rattling iron Dragon would hurtle its several hundred thousand tons of flashing steel out of the cave, down the […]Read More The VERY BIG TRAIN and the teensy-weensy lane.