Vietnam, me love you long time. All day, all night, me love you long time. (...) Dropping acid on the Mekong Delta, smoking grass through a rifle barrel, flying on a helicopter with opera blasting out of loudspeakers, tracer-fire and paddy-field scenery, the smell of napalm in the morning. Long time.
Alex GarlandI donโt keep a travel diary. I did keep a travel diary once and it was a big mistake. All I remember of that trip is what I bothered to write down. Everything else slipped away, as though my mind felt jilted by my reliance on pen and paper. For exactly the same reason I donโt travel with a camera. My holiday becomes the snapshots and anything I forget to record is lost.
Alex GarlandI did keep a travel diary once and it was a big mistake. All I remember of that trip is what I bothered to write down.
Alex Garland