Going For a Ride

by aengelson | August 19th, 2010

I’m too lazy and busy to post a long, detailed blog entry, so I’ll just show you a couple pictures that illustrate why I love Hanoi.

Goldfish go free mature porn for a motorbike ride.

2 Responses to “Going For a Ride”

  1. Great reminder of my time in Hanoi. I actually took several photos of amazing sights on motorbikes. Chickens in crates was my favorite but the goldfish are up there. Seeing 5 people on one bike was pretty high on my list of best shots too.
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  2. that is right up there with the guy in Amsterdam we saw, who was riding his bike while balancing a brand-new-in-box stereo system on his handlebars.

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Hi, I'm Andy Engelson, a writer and editor who cartoon porn lived in Hanoi for five years and now lives in Geneva Switzerland. This blog is no longer active, but you can find more of my writing at The Lost Salt Atlas. I'm currently working on a historical novel set in the Northwest United States during World War II. In a former life, I edited Washington Trails magazine. I like to hike, travel, and play with my family.

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When a man is small, he loves and hates food with a ferocity which soon dims. But at six years old his very bowels will heave when such a dish as creamed carrots or cold tapioca appears before him. His throat will close, and spots of nausea and rage swim in his vision. It is hard, later, to remember why, but at the time there is no pose in his disgust. He cannot eat; he says, “To hell with it!”
In the same way, some foods are utterly delicious, and he thinks of them and tastes them with a sensuous passion which too often disappears completely with the years.
Perhaps there are little chocolate cookies as a special treat, two apiece. He eats his, all two, with an intense but delicate avidity. His small sister Judy puts one of hers in her pocket, the smug thing. But Aunt Gwen takes a bite from each of her cookies and gives what is left of one to Judy, what is left of the other to him. She is quite calm about it.
He looks at her with dreadful wonder. How can she bear to do it? He could not, could not have given more than a crumb of his cooky to anyone. Perhaps even a crumb would be too big. Aunt Gwen is wonderful; she is brave and superhuman. He feels a little dizzy as he looks at the bitten cooky in his hand. How could she do it?
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