Time to replace the Yorkshire Gold

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Summer holidays Rule OK – Flo and Martha, 6th July

Saigon was blustery and cold today. That’s news in itself, given earlier this year the city broke it’s own temperature record by plummeting to depths of 23 C degrees (74 F).

However, enough about the weather. It’s July. The Ashes are on. Murray is still in Wimbledon. And it’s summer holiday time. Rejoice we all must.

My efforts in that department for the next two weeks will be not to fly anywhere and to catch up on all those things I’ve put off doing since they first found themselves populating a New Year’s Resolutions list, six months back.

Florence and Martha arrived in the UK a few hours ago, and I will follow them in a fortnight’s time. Squeezing in various family time engagements with them for an initial week or so, before the girls and me embrace the bright orange livery of Easyjet and hop over to Pisa to meet up with Issy, and some of her family, on a campsite in Tuscany for a few special days in the Italian “outback”.

A night in Florence on the way over there is now also booked – it had to be done, if only for the added excitement that Flo will have in these final build up weeks to being in the city which shares her name.

Crucially, also, I am down to slim pickings from the latest box of Yorkshire teabags to be smuggled over by a CARE colleague, and so this particular upcoming fly-by visit to Blighty is timely indeed.

Has it really been three months since my last blog here?

I have managed a few more pieces on the sister site to saigonsays – http://www.definitelymaybe.me – in that time, (pontificating on development issues) however that’s not to say life in Saigon, with Issy and the girls, juggling travel, exploring an apartment move, amongst other things, hasn’t kept me occupied this year.

I was 40 in April, and in spite of missing a cluster of friend’s celebrations of the same milestone, I’m not sure I could have asked for a more memorable experience than was afforded to me, as Issy and the girls and I holidayed in Sri Lanka with Mum and Dad, and indulged in the unique blend of humility, food and landscape that the island so generously shares with its visitors.

In typical, hastily choreographed style, I’ve ransacked my instagram account and posted some “posterity pictures” of the trip below, and also these few minutes of footage, which I hope survive the test of time, and will be displayable in the future when the girls have quite forgotten all about these early years of being transported around the world in a merry haze of happy moments…

In other news Martha, soon after mine, embraced the even more significant milestone birthday which is “4” with characteristic flare – donning a Frozen themed swim suit, complete with sparkly ‘Dame Edna’ style glasses and handbag for her party.

The shy and retiring wall flower that she is.

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How old are you again Martha Moo?

Flo, meantime, learnt to ride a bike the week before my birthday and then completed her first year at the Australian International School, making lots of new mates and getting stuck into her swimming…

Work travels for me have been quite relentless, however I did choreograph a weekend in Connecticut on one recent USA assignment (coincidentally, almost two years to the week that I was last there) spending quality time with one of my closest school friends, Bobby Dazzler (not his real name) and his family.

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Bobby Dazzler. On it. Connecticut.

Sam, his eldest, and my godson, needless to say, is growing fast (we went to his school rugby dinner whilst I was there) as are his sisters, Sofia and Scarlet.

Whilst their Dad and me did everything in our powers that weekend pretending to be young again – drinking champagne at 2am, after over 50 hours of being on the go from Asia, certainly made me feel young.

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Sofia and Scarlet. Top down, listening to “California Roll”!

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Sam and Sunny, before school bus arrives….

So. Happy Summer Holidays everyone!

Wherever you are, and with whomever you are doing it – have fun.

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The Sun House, Galle. 27 April 2015.

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Mum and Dad. The Sun House.

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Issy watching. Udawalawe Safari Park.

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Who us?

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Sundown in Udawalawe Safari Park.

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Sun House posing.

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Martha the lioness. Udawalawe.

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Swim-tastic.

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Blue whale watching. Marissa.

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Smoothies at Galleface Hotel, Colombo.

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Bossing it.

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International Day.

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Slick operator!

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Birthday girl at school.

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New swim togs from Melbourne. We like.

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Photo shoot. Martha and Grant.

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Making cakes.

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Easter bonnets (thanks Issy!)

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Lots of orange (s).

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Daddy’s Day breakfast.

An Irishman walks into a pub (in Bangalore)

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The Groom. Speechless, at last.

Tomorrow marks the beginning of the month in which I will celebrate my 40th birthday. I’ve not yet decided upon a suitable present to myself. Currently, it’s a close call between a new motorbike (black, with big handles, obviously) or a new sound system. A drum-kit seemed too much of a cry for help.

In reality, I’ll probably settle for a new suit-case, as my two have both recently submitted to the perils of non-stop travel these past four years of hurtling around the region. Continue reading

Out and About in Saigon (with new GoPro)

Turns out any luddite can make a GoPro video of their weekend at home.

I promise more text in the next post…

My brief English Odyssey

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A glorious London skyline from the CARE office in Vauxhall

I am back in Saigon, having missed most of the Tet celebrations this month. Instead, London was calling, and I returned there for two weeks…

Tet, by all accounts, went off smoothly without me.

The weather was perfect and, in Daddy’s absence, Florence and Martha at least dressed up ‘proper’ for the occasion…

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Florence and Martha, ready for Tet!

I still can’t quite believe that, this time last week, I was sharing a pint in a Nunhead beer shop with a certain Mr Barmby – kept warm later that evening from the (frankly) glacial temperatures, thanks to our wise move to follow up the pie and gravy supper with a boat load of apple crumble and custard.

In the UK, we may entertain far too many grey and cold days each year than is good for anyone, however, we are also world class experts in tactics to at least keep the soul and the belly in fine fettle, whatever the conditions.

In every house at which I stayed throughout this last trip, without exception, the living room fires were roaring, and the alcohol and indulgent food made for a daily, and delicious, concoction.

Fish and chips, curry, roast beef, lasagne, bangers and mash. I could go on.

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Late night whiskey sampling at The Wickhams

It tends to be unsatisfactory, trying to make sense of flying halfway round the world, immersing yourself in surroundings so familiar you feel an integral part of what is going on, only to then jettison back into surroundings utterly removed from where you have been, yet at the same time also totally familiar.

On this trip, whether I was with family, with friends, on the London Underground, or pounding pavements that I used to run down to catch my evening bus home, I could very easily have forgotten all about Vietnam in an instant.

London, in particular for me after 14 years living there, will always hold a special place in my heart. I know it intricately, yet it is also not quite how I left it, and I saw myself bounding about last week as if observing a former me from the past. Steering a pushchair through a park, tapping out a text message as I headed out of the office, leafing through a Metro newspaper, waiting for something to jump off the pages at me.

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London hustle

On the one hand, my visit was intense on the work front (although hugely rewarding) but then surprisingly calming on the social front. Non-stop “catching up” with various folks, everyday, was, for a change, a much more languid and reflective and nourishing affair.

And I thank each and every one responsible for that – it was needed!

There were family trips to watch England vs Italy at Twickenham, visits to new babies, meeting new partners, rubbing shoulders with new and old work colleagues. There was nostalgia, contemplation, and a barrel of laughs (more pics below for posterity).

Meantime, over in Laos, heady with exploits of coming face-to-face with abandoned wild bears, and riding on the backs of elephants, my children threw themselves into yet more adventures and experiences that will shape them forever.

That, and I was also sent a photo of Martha yesterday learning how to fire a crossbow. I can only imagine how excited she will be tomorrow when she tells me all about that.

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Martha firing a crossbow in Luang Prabang. It may not be wise in the future for this picture to be on a public website.

With Tet decorations now down, and schools back tomorrow, the end of February will close out what has been a very special few months. On all fronts.

In missing people along the way, I only feel more deeply touched by what is to come, and how lucky I am.

For this, and on many other levels (including the important role that pictures play in my life) my anthem of choice flying back here at the weekend was a real blast from the past – and therefore it does come with a warning to anyone who, like me, fast approaching 40, may not need reminding that this track first came out twenty six years ago.

Enjoy – all you 90’s disciples!

And some more pics, just for the helluvit…..

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Surely one of the best bacon sandwiches a frozen commuter from Saigon has EVER tasted.

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Brothers in Arms. Twickenham. Valentine’s Day, 2015.

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The Harp. A finer establishment in Soho you’ll be hard pushed to find.

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Teddy Brackley. 3 months old and wondering what all the fuss is about, as the rest of us get to grips with Sunday morning in Cheltenham (bloody mary’s at the ready).

Springtime in Saigon

Originally posted on saigonsays:

washing Even washing lines look better in Spring

It’s 2015. It’s mid January. And spring is here in Saigon.

In what has become my annual celebration of just how pleasant a time of year it is over here, when so many other parts of the world are either sweltering in their own juices, or snow ploughing their way to the office, I can’t resist once more in proclaiming the bleeding obvious: life is so much easier when you have the weather on your side.

Biking into work these days you are struck by the golden light, the intensely perfumed scents of the orchids and bogainvilleas, and the breeze. The fact that there is a breeze is enough to be thankful for, given Saigon’s notorious humidity track record. The New Year marks the lowest temperatures Saigon will experience until next January – somewhere in the mid 20’s – perfection in my mind…

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Springtime in Saigon

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Even washing lines look better in Spring

It’s 2015. It’s mid January. And spring is here in Saigon.

In what has become my annual celebration of just how pleasant a time of year it is over here, when so many other parts of the world are either sweltering in their own juices, or snow ploughing their way to the office, I can’t resist once more in proclaiming the bleeding obvious: life is so much easier when you have the weather on your side.

Biking into work these days you are struck by the golden light, the intensely perfumed scents of the orchids and bogainvilleas, and the breeze. The fact that there is a breeze is enough to be thankful for, given Saigon’s notorious humidity track record. The New Year marks the lowest temperatures Saigon will experience until next January – somewhere in the mid 20’s – perfection in my mind, although many locals are already donning their puffer jackets and scarves in protest at the chilly starts to their days.

2015 – no resolutions for me, a year instead to appreciate all that comes my way and to embrace the here and now. I am grounded in Saigon until a UK visit next month, hosting as I am a regional workshop here at the end of the month, and enjoying the novelty of “routine” after a fabulous Christmas break, involving some long weekends away, and plenty of indulgent moments of sheer fun with Florence and Martha.

Perhaps a suitable 2015 resolution after two months absence from this blog (I’ve been peppering the sister site – http://www.definitelymaybe.me – with musings on development issues over the past few months instead) would be to post a bit more regularly.

Let me see…

Meantime, a lazy capture of the last quarter of 2014, which saw me travel extensively, can be found below in the form of pictures. I took to instagram last year, so check out @saigonsays on that if you are similarly hooked.

Wishing you all a very prosperous New Year to come.

September 2014

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View over Bangkok on a work trip home

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The Kowloon ferry, Hong Kong. I was speaking at a CSR Summit. Check out the post: http://definitelymaybe.me/2014/09/17/the-future-of-csr/

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Happy 6th Birthday Florence!

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Martha back at school and in a new (big girls) kindergarten class!

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Back in Islamabad with work. Mountain top dinner! Check out the post: http://definitelymaybe.me/2014/09/29/what-can-care-do-for-business/

October 2014

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Speaking at a conference in Singapore. Post here: http://definitelymaybe.me/2014/10/13/true-power-lies-within/

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A weekend escape to Sapa

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Dawn during a tea plantation visit whilst on a work trip to Sri Lanka. Post here: http://definitelymaybe.me/2014/10/31/sri-lanka-preparing-for-a-future-without-international-aid/

November 2014

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Back in Bangkok traffic for more workshops

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Saigon Raider’s football tournament in Phnom Penh (me, German Alex and German Daniel and a crate of beer Lao in a tuk-tuk)

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Back in Singapore for more conferences. Clearly I hadn’t washed that morning.

December 2014

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Lemonheads gig at Cargo, Saigon, with “Sluke” and Issy

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Back in Hong Kong for Awards event (and some dim sum)

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Hanoi for long weekend with the Suarez family

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Myanmar work trip, project visit in Lashio. Check out the blog here: http://definitelymaybe.me/2014/12/13/myanmar-bringing-about-change-in-a-frontier-market/

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My final Bangkok immigration queue of 2014

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Pre-Christmas swinging at Saigon Outcasts

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A trio of poseurs at Saigon Outcasts.

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Christmas 2014 is here. Woohoo! Flo with Sarah from the UK

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Skater Girl

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Scooter Girl

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Mui Ne white dunes with Issy and Luke

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Last holiday sunset Coco Beach, Mui Ne

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Last balcony shot of the Christmas holidays

Out of the blocks

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Best of friends and a great result

Well, I’ve officially moved into an exciting new phase of parenting: attending school swimming “meets”.

By ‘attending’ I mean standing proud on the side-lines, pretending to be calm when in fact am sweating buckets at the sight of Florence trying to keep up in the freestyle against kids nearly twice her age, whilst simultaneously I’m being watched by other more seasoned onlookers, with dozens of these outings notched up, and who seem to view me as “fresh meat” at which to be mocked.

I am already looking forward to doing the same next year and turning the tables.

Hosting children’s play-dates and organising birthday parties have been my bread and butter for a while, however, with competitive intra-school races now on the agenda, we are entering truly ’embarrassing Dad’ territory… Continue reading

Now We Are Six

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I am an hour shy of boarding my sixth flight in the past ten days, having recently spun through Bangkok and Hong Kong on various work assignments. Today, I am back in Thailand, awaiting a connection across to Islamabad, where I’ll be stationed for four days of meetings and workshops.

Two years back I penned a whimsical departure post on my last day in Pakistan, after a fascinating week there, and I’m excited about returning.

Travelling days like these play tricks with your mind. Today started with a 4:45am wake-up call from Florence, as she kicked off Day 2 of being six years old, albeit rather blurry-eyed and still coping with a sugar come-down from her Frozen themed birthday party yesterday after school. In the middle of the night, several hours from now, I’ll go to bed in the CARE staff house, in the centre of Islamabad, a masala omlette and some sweet tea awaiting me for breakfast when I wake up on Sunday. Continue reading