It was a fleeting time in Vietnam. I have been here for two days – watching the students do their projects. And had one conversation lst night about how we all go off and intervene in the less developed parts of the world. WE do it not for the place and people but for ourselves.
All too short a trip.
But I squeezed in a photo journey and there were some gems in that. For walking into peoples homes and talking to them I was an Indian. Philippa said she wasnt asked in – did it mean that being Indian gives you special status in the heart of the Vietnamese folk?
