Hanoi: The Pause That Refresh

The Dislocated Hippies

Aimlessly wandering the streets of Hanoi (in our inimitably dislocated fashion), we were slightly taken aback to see a Rickshaw Walla leap from his saddle in the middle of the street like a circus trick rider, (leaving his customer also more than a little flabbergasted).

Padding over to the street corner on which we stood, he reached behind a pile of refuse and tangled wires (some sparking) and pulled out this fine implement which he proceeded to ignite and pull on as if his grandmother’s life depended upon it.




Peddle on you crazy toker !

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Kristen and Billy sprang from the loins of four heroic ancestors. They wandered the earth for an Age, making careers out of playing the zither, predicting earthquakes, eating sponge cakes and watching old movies. Retirement beckoned and they answered it's call. Stepping boldly north by north east they manoeuvred their way through the tropics, avoiding responsibility and chatting idly and airily with the natives of all countries. This then is their tale, they then are the dislocated hippies. Their motto ? Get Lost !