Lost in translation

One of the things I like about China is the poetic and rich use of language. The beer I’m drinking at the moment in Dali is called “Wind flower snow and moon beer” and it tastes as good as it sounds.
But the person who translated the shop signs in Zhongdian really let his imagination fly, [...]

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Hanoi sleep

I’ve been woken from deep sleep by many things – sunlight reflecting from a stainless steel chair leg, the smell of a blackcurrant fruit teabag left in a cup and a dog farting in it’s sleep are just three I remember.
And recently the Vung Tau fishing fleet speeding back to the beach to unload their [...]

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