Bill Bryson:
“But that’s the wonderful thing about foreign travel, suddenly you are five years old again. You can’t read anything, you have only the most basic sense of how things work, you can’t even reliably cross the street without endangering your life. Your whole existence becomes a series of interesting guesses.” (from “Neither here nor there“)
Dear Daeng, whom I had forgotten…
Dear Daeng, This is the email I promised to write to you when I made it back home. Do you remember our little meet-cute? It was in Bangkok, I was walking along the Chao Praya river, lost. You came up to me, cycling on your bike. Shouting at me, your English sounded a bit clumsy: “Where you go, Miss? Where …
