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About me - Ross Munro

I am a New Zealander, born under Mount Pirongia on the banks of the Waikato River 55 years ago. My background is long and varied. I have had over 34 jobs in various industries, have lived on three continents and currently reside in Vung Tau, Vietnam. So I

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Creative Writing > Reflections Reflections: Childhood: 4 of 56

I remember being three. And one other memory even before that. Being three was riding on the bus. Being four was a Wellington tram with my mum, going to see a doctor who put things on my head that made a squiggly line. Look, he said, a squiggly line. That's your brain. I remember being five because I was a big boy now I'm. I...
Travel > Asia Travel Diaries Travel experiences: Asian adventures: 11 of 28

So I arrived. There's nothing else to say. I arrived knowing only that I had come from somewhere else and was now faced with what could only be imagined. Saigon. And even that wasn't real any more, having been renamed Ho Chi Min City sometime in the forgotten years between the departure of America and the open door policy of...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: The masks we wear: 98 of 191

Elses Laughter In 1986 Completely without warning, I changed the way I eat apples, And the way I laugh. I'd been using someone Elses laughter Until then.
Travel > Bus & Train Travel Traveling by bus in Southeast Asia: 2 of 2

The bus to Qui Nhon And when the bus finally arrived all hell broke lose. The impatient crowd surged forward to get on while an equally impatient group struggled to get off. The driver and his three offsiders yelled at those trying to get on while the local agent yelled at those getting off. One man tripped coming down the s...
Society & Lifestyle > Asian Culture Everyday life in Vietnam: 2 of 2

Three Fingers The wailing in the alley belonged to the early morning breakfast seller labouring under a bent pole with delicacies in baskets. She walked her route from early morning to mid afternoon and cried her presence like a lamentation. Over the weeks that followed there was a continuous stream of unlikely business ente...