Matt Pike

Techniques and strategies to stop driving like a foreigner.

The filth, the tailpipes grazing against your calves, the palpable aura of indecency — all good reasons to never go back. Yet here I am…

Alcoholic tourism.

In Ho Chi Minh City, where cement skeletons rise up from the dust like graveyards of human coral, the future is here…

A couple of firsts in my life — dick soup and getting high with scary men. Just another night of adventure in Saigon.

The blog post I wrote after quitting my job to move to Vietnam.

Concrete giants sprout from the banks of the Saigon River in every direction — a half-built subway station to my right, a wall of apartment…

How do you feel today, Mr.Storyteller? The same as ever? I guess that would make sense. Well, now that you’re with us, how about a story…

How I survived the worst floods to ever hit Ho Chi Minh City.

A glimpse inside Vietnam’s biggest city

It was summertime, at a tiny cottage on a lake in backwoods Nova Scotia, and I learned why I should never be a boat captain.

I didn't know that cockroaches in Vietnam could fly. Until this happened.

One of my strangest interactions with a lunatic on Bui Vien street in Ho Chi Minh City.

I signed my first freelance writing contract just over six months ago. Here are the lessons I’ve learned since then.

The bass pulses through me like a vicious heartbeat. One of my hands floats along with the music, and for an instant, it all makes sense…

In the woods outside Hanoi, a few thousand people get together to camp and have an experience nobody will forget.

Too many communities in North America have the appeal of cinder-blocks with ads.

He holds the ID up so he can see me at the same time. “I mean… I’ve seen worse. If the light’s bad, it could work.”

Toilet paper — what a shitty experience.

There are upwards of 75,000 foreigners in Vietnam alone. They left their homes for a different way of life.

In a world of bad news, it’s nice to remember that you can still be yourself among thousands of strangers and have a lot of fun…

Expat life and the revolving door of friendships.

I join up with some amazing people to give charitable work a try.

Betel, fishing, and good vibes in central Myanmar.

From boring to hilarious in the turn of a knob.

When Saigon gives you rain, park your bike and order a coffee.

I haven't played video games in months. Let me quantify what that means…

It was well past midnight, quiet as usual in our little Saigon hem. I was typing away at my laptop, trying not to wake Jess on the other…

The cop leans in and whispers: “We go to ATM. I have friends.”

“In Vietnam, man with good job have many girlfriends.”