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I didn't even really want to go to Nha Trang, Vietnam. I'd heard it was beautiful, but after spending way too long in Sihanoukville I wasn't quite in the mood for another party beach town. But I wanted a quick one or two day diversion after touring Dalat and before heading up on a long overnight bus to Hoi An. And so I went. As I took a walk on the beach, well, the sidewalk near the beach, I immediately regretted that I'd checked in for two nights. The weather was chilly and the waves more ferocious than any I've...

"Find a man who thinks your silence is beautiful." I often remember those words that an old artist told me while we were sitting in a bar in Amsterdam. It was a chance and brief encounter. He probably never would remember me or remember uttering those words. But it is a phrase that I've kept with me ever since. It may have only been appropriate that the man who once told me that was Dutch. Without really thinking I agreed to go on an overnight snorkeling trip with Jonno on Koh Rong Island, Cambodia, one of the neighboring islands of Sihanoukville. I...

The bartender, one of about seven working behind the small bar of Monkey Republic asked me where I was from. When I said "America" he didn't believe me. Apparently when they were all talking in a language I didn't understand and glancing over at me they had been taking guesses at my nationality. German or Russian was the consensus. Because they are quiet. Because they are the ones who sit alone at the bar, drinking, saying nary a word. ...

Again came just five days later. Gabriel and I arranged to meet in Koh Lanta, a nearby island, where we rented a bungalow for three nights on a quiet beach. It rained. A lot. But there was just enough sun for swimming, for lying in the sand, for watching half a sunset. And the storms were just an excuse for enjoying nights on our porch, drinking whiskey and soda, listening to music, dancing....

"Just let things happen." I don't remember what exactly it was that Gabriel said that in response to on that night in Kuala Lumpur. Something to do with travel plans, I'm sure. But let's just say that at that moment it resonated. When he had said those words I was doing one of those silly things I do where I sit with my arm over the arm rest of my chair, dangling my fingers over the side so that he might accidentally brush against them. At one point his arm did end up next to mine, fingers gracefully touching. He rested...

To be fair, I did, actually, leave the hostel on my last day in Kuala Lumpur. I strolled out of bed, too late for breakfast, again, at about 11. I sat down with the unnamed traveler for a bit before heading off for a stroll through Chinatown and to get some lunch. My plan for the day was actually to get some laundry done (I'll be honest, I smell) and make out a plan for where I was going the next day. I still really had no idea....

It's come time for a new rule to be put into place: no hooking up with anyone who didn't see at least some of the 1980s. I think that's fair. Don't you? Some of my friends seem to think I need to have this "I'm on vacation and am going to sleep with everyone" attitude. And it's true that when abroad I do tend to be freer with things than I would be at home. But first off, I'm not really on vacation. And second off, there are things that just seem too weird. Like kissing someone who was born after...