tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62010049107517469072024-02-08T19:50:29.484+10:00Hanoi PostingHanoi posting is a fictional collection of interrelated micro-stories that is set against the turbulent and colorful backdrop of Hanoi's old quarter during the 1980's.
Warning: Some of the stories are of an erotic nature.Indelible Adventureshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01726576235159554030noreply@blogger.comBlogger100125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6201004910751746907.post-49907286507241140642018-05-28T11:37:00.000+10:002018-05-28T11:37:17.107+10:00Episode 100: Strained conversations<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Indelible Adventureshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01726576235159554030noreply@blogger.com0Hoàn Kiếm, Hanoi, Vietnam21.027964 105.8510132000000120.998322 105.81067270000001 21.057606 105.89135370000001tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6201004910751746907.post-71409332886475209912018-05-28T11:21:00.001+10:002018-05-28T11:21:33.594+10:00Episode 99: Disturbing news...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Indelible Adventureshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01726576235159554030noreply@blogger.com0Hoàn Kiếm, Hanoi, Vietnam21.027964 105.8510132000000120.998322 105.81067270000001 21.057606 105.89135370000001tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6201004910751746907.post-26406724918396878192018-04-04T12:27:00.002+10:002018-04-04T12:27:39.764+10:00Episode 98: Impeccable!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span class="s1"><i>Since meeting Bill, Mai had been spending less and less time as "Hanoi Rose", however as the centerpiece of her business it was difficult to fully extricate herself from all aspects of her old life. </i></span></div>
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Indelible Adventureshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01726576235159554030noreply@blogger.com0Hoàn Kiếm, Hanoi, Vietnam21.027964 105.8510132000000120.998322 105.81067270000001 21.057606 105.89135370000001tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6201004910751746907.post-57027445380412728472018-04-04T12:00:00.002+10:002018-04-04T12:42:44.716+10:00Episode 97: Intrigue<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span class="s1"><i>Lea had gleaned little from Alessio over the course of their time together and he remained a mystery man in many ways.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>Initially this had been fine as it was nothing more than a fling but as the days together lengthened she became more curious about him as her feelings grew for him.</i></span></div>
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Indelible Adventureshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01726576235159554030noreply@blogger.com0Hoàn Kiếm, Hanoi, Vietnam21.027964 105.8510132000000120.998322 105.81067270000001 21.057606 105.89135370000001tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6201004910751746907.post-19506427193628589952018-04-04T11:51:00.003+10:002018-06-29T11:58:47.679+10:00Episode 96: Traveling Companion<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span class="s1"><i>Look, she's been detained in Bangkok in this bloody messy little Coup that they're having.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>What?<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>How did you know she was there?</i></span></div>
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Indelible Adventureshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01726576235159554030noreply@blogger.com0Hoàn Kiếm, Hanoi, Vietnam21.027964 105.8510132000000120.998322 105.81067270000001 21.057606 105.89135370000001tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6201004910751746907.post-81967364504650784932017-12-07T11:59:00.001+10:002017-12-12T11:03:20.473+10:00Episode 91: Torn<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Indelible Adventureshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01726576235159554030noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6201004910751746907.post-35377573213101277802017-10-16T00:58:00.001+10:002017-10-16T00:58:48.415+10:00Episode 84: Morning light...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Indelible Adventureshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01726576235159554030noreply@blogger.com0Hoàn Kiếm, Hanoi, Vietnam21.027964 105.8510132000000120.998162 105.8105012 21.057766 105.89152520000002tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6201004910751746907.post-42815952627270126792017-10-16T00:30:00.000+10:002017-10-16T00:30:33.440+10:00Episode 83: Questioning<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Indelible Adventureshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01726576235159554030noreply@blogger.com0Hoàn Kiếm, Hanoi, Vietnam21.027964 105.8510132000000120.998162 105.8105012 21.057766 105.89152520000002tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6201004910751746907.post-38318131671600922582017-10-16T00:28:00.001+10:002017-10-16T00:28:57.648+10:00Episode 82: Starting afresh<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Indelible Adventureshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01726576235159554030noreply@blogger.com0Hoàn Kiếm, Hanoi, Vietnam21.027964 105.8510132000000120.998322 105.81067270000001 21.057606 105.89135370000001tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6201004910751746907.post-26443872690379271752017-09-24T23:11:00.003+10:002017-09-24T23:11:51.468+10:00Episode 77: Investigations<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span class="s1"><i>It was the second day in a row that John sat with Phuong in the office, observing him go about his work.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>There was something about this man that gave John confidence that Bill was in good hands.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>Although quiet and somewhat reserved he noted Phuong's ability to digest, translate and summarize detailed news feeds into palatable and easy to read articles was astounding, it was as if he sensed what the intent was over the words and was </i></span><i>able to capture the essence of the story.</i></div>
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<span class="s1"><i>As the aircraft touched down after its flight from Hue, a refreshed Bill and Mai deplaned onto the steamy evening air at Noi Ban airport.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>After a short walk from the plane to the terminal she quickly found that she was surrounded by her familiar bodyguards who led them through the busy terminal to the car parked directly out front.</i></span></div>
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