Amelia and I had a week of 'normality' before my dad arrived. ‘Normality’ being - inhaling potentially harmful levels of smog, avoiding countless near-misses on the chaotic roads and teaching hyperactive Vietnamese kids English. My dad landed at Hanoi’s Noi Bai airport on the morning of the 1st October. I’d helped him organise the hotel transfer to ensure his safe and trouble-free arrival into the city. Along with this and not know...

Chris and I had flown back to Vietnam, and specifically Hanoi, to find work and somewhere to live for a little while. We were not ready to fly home but we were both ready to settle in one place for more than a couple of weeks. Having met some fellow travellers who had lived and worked in Hanoi for three months teaching English with little experience and no qualifications, we thought why not give it a go. We both like a challenge and love trying new things. Beside...