Searching for Home in Mediocre Roast Duck

I walked into the Chinese restaurant, hungry, after wandering around District 1 in Ho Chi Minh City. I scan the menu and order roast duck with rice. The waiter brings it out of the front kitchen with steaming rice. I fork a first bite. Memory floods over me. Home. But with the second and third,…

Learning Chinese History from Motorbike Drivers in Vietnam

Ever since I arrived in Vietnam two months ago, as part of my year-long project studying Chinatowns around the world, I have been using the means of transportation that majority of the people in this country rely on: motorcycles. As a solo traveler, sometimes the motorcycle drivers are the people I have the longest conversations…

First Days in Việt Nam

April 27, Hà Nội After trying to go through customs and realizing that I had to go and wait in line for visa-on-arrival from the counters in the back, I turned and saw I was headed towards a herd of white people from all walks of life. There were the white college students, recent grads on…