Taylor St. John

Inside the train car a few hours out of Saigon, I ate pitted grapes Richy had bought from a train vendor and watched bright patches of green roll past the window. The triangle “non la” hats of the rice paddy workers poked out here and there, little mountains broke through the flat land, and the closer we got to NHA Trang there were glimpses of … More Backpacking and Banh Mi’s – Part II