Boxing the Vietnamese A Brooklyn Monk trains in Ho Chi Minh City (Saigon) By Antonio Graceffo An old man slapped me under the chin with the palm of his hand. My head whipped back, and I saw stars. “Did you find what you were looking for?” Asked my Vietnamese friend and guide in Ho Chi Minh City. “I guess I did, but I hadn’t counted on it hurting so bad.” I answered. To understand why I was in Vietnam, we have to go back to why I was in Cambodia. And that adventure started in Chiang Mai, Thailand... read more
