I grew up in Jamaica, as far away from Vietnam as you could possibly get.
As a young boy I was always interested in the country. I read the horror stories about the French occupation, the war with the USA and came away being very interested in the country for a variety of reasons I cannot begin to really explain coherently.
Part of it is probably my respect for how they managed to overcome all these wars and move the country forward.
It seemed like a far-away exotic place as much as Jamaica might have seemed a far-away exotic place to Vietnamese people.
So in early 2019, I decided to visit. First Ho Chi Minh City, then back with my teenage daughter to HaNoi in the summer, then living there for the past 6 months.
My reasons for being here thus long now, are these: