It hit me within a couple of days of arriving in Saigon as I was trying to pound the pavement as much as possible. I had some feels like I was in one of my favourite places and wish-upon-a-star homes: Mexico City.
It wasn’t all the chile-salted fruit or the lush vegetation. It wasn’t the scent of corruption or the difficulty in finding somewhere appropri…
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