In Thessaloniki: This bank is French-owned. Stand-off: police attack social center (video still). Heat conspired with exhaustion to make the train ride from Thessaloniki to Athens seem cruelly extenuated. We could only blame ourselves. We’d stayed up all the previous … Continue reading “Notes from Europe: from Thessaloniki to Athens”
By Ernest Larsen and Sherry Millner. Suppose you take a barefoot walk along the sweeping stretch of white-powder China Beach toward what the marines called Monkey Mountain (toward Da Nang, that is, where U.S. soldiers were sent for R&R–the first marines deployed to Vietnam, came ashore at Namo Beach, on the north end of Da Nang in ’65). It’s best, if you have any sort of a sensitive streak, not to allow your gaze to stray too far ashore.
By Ernest Larsen and Sherry Millner. Travel: Getting from this place to that place in one piece. We arrived in Phnom Penh on the so-called fast boat from Chau Doc, a mere six hours upriver, and weighing at least two kilos lighter, after the slow/fast sweatbath in the ever-increasing heat. At the Viet/Cambodian border, a minor blip with Sherry’s passport might well have sent us back downriver.
By Ernest Larsen and Sherry Millner. Sherry and I arrived at Tan Son Nhut Airport–a designation like so many others with a grim resonance for us for more than forty years–just minutes before Tet, the week-long New Year’s Festival was to begin. Outside the airport people were clamoring for taxis–so anxious or so excited were they to get into Saigon proper before the Year of the Tiger began. We got in the mood.