Somewhere in the next months, it will be Hoi An’s turn to cop the floods and days of waiting for our clothes to dry in humidity. It’s amazing how used to it I’ve become. Riding with my feet planted up near the handle bars in knee-deep water is sort of fun and immaturely makes me pleased with myself at sixty-two for still being able to lift my feet in a spritely fashion. And boasting to drenched, bedraggled tourists stumbling into a café from a sudden downpour, ‘Hah! This is nothing! Wait until November!’ does have a certain perverse satisfaction. … [Read more...] about Is it raining yet?