and now finally...

A time to travel abroad, a time to come home
A time to write the last Lan in Nam post and a time to start a new Joburg blog.

It is in fact now the time to (uhm) say goodbye.

So here with a few last fun filled things to say:

Firstly, if you're busy sobbing away at this post (because it's the last one and not because of the bad writing) then fear not, I have a just as useful new blog called Back in Jo(y)burg. So click it like it's hot:

Then, I do actually have something useful for you if you're thinking about working and living in Hanoi, this is of course if you don't find my other deeply insightful posts useful... but here with a link to my expat interview, it's about a saffa

living in Hanoi

Then lastly thanks to everyone who kept up with my adventures, thanks to those who stumbled on this page and decided to read it anyway, I have nothing to say to those who didn't. Thanks to Germany for reading, I mention Germany because more Germans seemed to follow than South Africans, so I think that's rather amusing. Thanks to Latvia for making and appearance on my stats every now and then. I just think that's cool too.

Who knows if there will be a LAN IN NAM the sequel, at this stage I just have no idea.

And then really lastly here are a few pictures I discovered on my phone, with no particular order and mission.

Em yeu Viet Nam! xxx tạm biệt ...








afternoons at ete





In my back yard, well more in Uncle Ho's back yard

Sleepless in Saigon

Well not right now, the title refers to my first few weeks in Vietnam when I was still in Ho Chi Minh City. I found these phone photo's I took in those first few weeks today, most of them are "look mom a Vietnamese something something" while others are basically "oooo this phone can do panorama shots...".

As this blog is coming to an end, as soon as I have the heart to write the last entry, I thought to share a few captured moments of my time in Saigon. Gets me all nostalgic about being such a fresh off the boat determined expat, traveler, tourist, explorer, country leaver or whatever label I had hanging around my terrified expression at the time. Good times.


Look mom, my first street food experience


Waking up to a fire next door and day 4 (I doubt that actually told my worrying mother about this at the time)... so, uhm, look mom a fire, from long ago.


look mom, a photo of Saigon at night


After living with showers over toilets for more than a year and a half this doesn't seem as strange as it was at the time


Fellow TEFL peeps at Le Pub


The impressive accomplishment of dining alone in a foreign country (what else is there to do other than take a picture)