Tungbook Café in Thái Thịnh II Street looks attractive, with its gravel path lined with small green bamboo trees and its harmonious design following the principles of feng shui.

After sampling a smattering of Vietnamese fare, it is fair and rather fitting to inquire, “how do you like your bún?”

That was my second visit to Vietnam. In all honesty, I only had chance to stay in this beautiful country for nearly two short months.  

A journey through the Southeast Asian country of Vietnam is a thrilling experience, as Herald reporter Rosa Studholme found out when she travelled there last month.

Summer slowly rolls into Central Vietnam, with one heat wave and thunderstorm after another bringing about a change in the land before harvest time.

Many people believe that the symphony is a bygone art; underappreciated by the last several generations whose utter lack of interest is threatening symphonic extinction.

The wives and girlfriends (WAGs) of Real Madrid FC stars were enchanted with Vietnamese dishes when they arrived in Germany for a European Champion League match between Real Madrid FC and Bayern Munich FC.

I’ve been blessed (or cursed) with a face that is home in any Asian country. On a recent trip to Thailand, the taxi driver asked me out of the blue, “Flying back to Singapore?” In Japan, I get taken for Japanese. In Hong Kong, people automatically start speaking to me in Chinese. In Cambodia, I’ve even scored tickets at the local rate just by saying as little as possible.  

Once upon a time before the days of the modern supermarket, sourcing the ingredients for a meal in America was a daily affair just as in present day Vietnam.

At 11:30, I headed out to try and purchase some plants for my new home. As I crossed the bridge into town, I noticed gates closing, feet up, and streets emptying.