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2011 Viet Engagement Fellows  // Browsing posts in 2011 Viet Engagement Fellows

Walking and Talking (part 1)

Walking and Talking (part 1)

This is our “Walking and Talking” video scavenger hunt exercise. The mission was to walk and talk, the goal was to have fun and to know one another. The group was divided into two teams, and below is the adventure of team “Seven Pretty Cats.” Seven Pretty Cats includes Duc, Tim, MK, Ly, Anna, Tram, […]

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Viet Fellows 2011 is Here

Viet Fellows 2011 is Here

The heat. It’s one ever-enduring fact of Viet Nam. You’ll just have to deal with it. The stifling heat will jar you into another reality. That’s how I feel every time I land here and walk from the climate-controlled airplane cabin to the murky humidity that is life in Viet Nam. It’s almost as if […]

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One Legged Woman Hops Around Ho Chi Minh City

One Legged Woman Hops Around Ho Chi Minh City

Have you ever walked through the three street of Ho Chi Minh City on one leg? Two words: NOT EASY. Sidewalks brimming with bodies, bas and ongs cruising with street cart commodities and cradling curbs six inches high. Crosswalks HELLA wide with street traffic-chock-full of taxies, motorbikes, bicycles, buses flowing from all four directions. Fast-paced. […]

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Enthusiasm of My Companion

Enthusiasm of My Companion

I took the picture above two years ago while I was volunteering my last days in Spain. The picture captures the enthusiasm of my companion, Viet, after dismounting from a donkey ride. Viet came to the city zoo twice weekly for riding therapy, an activity designed for youth with special needs. He worked hard during […]

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How To Be Vietnamese

How To Be Vietnamese

“Do you know Vietnamese?” my aunt asked suddenly as we walked along a dusty path. “Dạ, of course,” I replied proudly, “I can even read and write pretty well.” “Okay,” she laughed. Pointing to a sign, she asked, “What does that say?” “Chợ Bình Minh,” I answered without pause. Surely she didn’t think something as […]

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