Coiled red veins nestle together like worms on his cheeks and nose, a testament to thirty years of rice wine nights. His remaining few teeth are sloping, frightful things. Joining me at my morning sandwich of eggs and veggies, his proposition is rehearsed but hopeful: a ride around town for in his...

Before our trip to South East Asia even had a discernible beginning, Raffi and I had a vision of where it would end: Halong Bay.

From the start, we had planned a trip that was grand in scale. As part of starting our own non-profit organization – which promoted women’s rights and condemned sex...

Eleven a.m. Volunteers descend from one of Hanoi’s air-conditioned city buses onto the blazing hot street. They pick their way through the labyrinth of narrow alleyways that will eventually lead them to the banks of Vietnam’s Red River. They pass homes whose outside walls and doors are covered...