Originally submitted by Tam Vu, a foodie who knows the best places to eat the best Vietnamese food in San Jose and surrounding cities.
After many years blogging about my traveling, I realized I rarely if not at all wrote about Vietnam. I guess, I consider traveling as visiting/knowing some place/thing new and different. While I crave and rant about the most mundane things happening the other cultures, I don’t find it’s worth to talk about what going on where I am. You may feel the same.
Everybody said that I was traveling the world. I think not. Traveling the world, to me, is bumping from one place to another, crossing continents and visiting at many countries as possible, many of which were randomly selected.
I’m not traveling the world as I am going home, a long way home in deed. The 1st home means where I came from before, and where my parents lived. The last home is where I live now. And if it worked out and I crossed to Vietnam from China, the title would be “Home, Home and Home.” It takes so long because I wanted go overland as much as possible. If I had more time, instead of flying in and out of Australia, I would to do it by ships.
By Alinesarajevo
I’ve started the school year at a small school in Sarajevo after spending ten months teaching teenagers in Southeast Asia. Teaching assertive Bosnian students takes some getting used to. Typically, half my class time in Bangkok last year would be spent coaxing trembling students to speak more loudly and loosen up. Many of the Thai children were anxious about embarrassing themselves, to the detriment of their language learning.
Frenchman, a Cuban, a Bosnian and an American are stranded in a lifeboat fighting to survive after their ship has gone down. They are trying to show bravado in the middle of a bad situation.
The Frenchman pops open a bottle of French wine he’s saved from their sinking sink, takes a few sips and throws the bottle into the sea. “In Paris when we arrive, we’ll find many more!” he says.
Four astronauts land on the moon. An American, a German and two Serbs.
The American jumps out and plants a flag on the surface exclaiming that US derring-do and money made their mission possible so the moon will belong to America.
The German pulled out the flag and stuck in a flag from his country proclaiming that it was German scientific knowledge and technological precision that made the landing possible, so the moon was Germany’s.
Dr. Svetlana Broz, grand-daughter of Josip Broz Tito of the former Yugoslavia, will speak at San Jose State University, California. Topics include affairs in Bosnia and Herzegovina, recent developments in the European Union, as well as the future of the Balkans.
I was living in Astoria, Oregon for the summer. Before returning to California, my friend and I planned a mini road trip and a visit to Yellowstone, America’s and the world’s first national park. Ever year millions of tourists flock to the park to see the hot springs, wildlife, mud pots, and geysers.
At first, I was worried that my car didn’t have snow tires or chain, and we had to drive through some snow areas. Fortunately, there were only a few snowy areas, and we managed to drive through without an incident. We drove on freeway I90, and there was nothing impressive along the route. Thank god I had Duat as a travel companion. Duat is one heck of a smart kid. When he was studying in Vietnam, he racked up a lot of medals in Computer Science and Math.
I was living in Astoria, Oregon for the summer working with a Japanese-American import-export distributor. Before returning to California, I decided to drive up north to Canada to visit Matt and returned the book “The Bridge over the Drina” that he lent me in Sarajevo last year during the time I was living and teaching IT in Bosnia and Herzegovina.
Crazy indeed to make a 300+ mile, 5-hour trip by car from Oregon to Vancouver and then took another 2-hour ferry ride to Nanaimo Island to visit a stranger whom I barely knew as we met only for a couple of hours in a far away country.