Dead Dogs and Swedes
I am feeling rejuvenated here in this hammock at a beachside villa in Southern Vietnam. A cooling wind flows down from the sand dunes about six kilometers away and the sound of sleepy bees fills a tree above my head. Having escaped the slummy confines of Ho Chi Minh City, I needed to rest my feet and my back after a miserable six hour bus ride to the be…
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