September 2009
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Custard apple hunting, Saigon.
I made him walk in circles (/rectangles?) around the moonlit blocks of Pham Ngu Lao and its sister streets. My mind was made, as usual not by its own self but by its superior counterpart, my stomach- sending us off on this culinary mission.
The film strip rolled in the background, diverting our attention with every second frame. Cue motorbikes. Street markets. The notorious question,...