Vietnamese people don't just like to eat; eating here is a lifestyle, a commitment, almost a kind of faith, the backbone of the entire culture.

Every evening on Nguyen Chi Thanh Street, it takes me 15 minutes to crawl just 400 meters as cars and buses spread across five lanes, forcing motorcycles to climb sidewalks or squeeze through gaps.

For five hours, I lived a nightmare. My “luxury” apartment in central Hanoi, the home I trusted to keep me safe, suddenly became a man-made lake, with water soaking books, bedding, wardrobes, even dripping through electrical sockets.

Vietnam's proposed nine-day Tet holiday in 2026 may look generous, but for millions who spend days just traveling home, it feels short.

Despite everyone's efforts to cheer him and invite him to join the celebration around a beautifully crafted cake, my son could not take his eyes off his cell phone.

On Sept. 30, it took me six hours to cover 10 km through Hanoi's flooded streets, a night that revealed how unprepared the capital is for every heavy rain.

Finding a specialist in Canada proved nearly impossible without a referral from my family doctor, which took up to three months.

When I first drove in Bangkok and on its expressways, my immediate reaction was: "These lanes feel a bit narrow." So after reading news about proposals to narrow inner-city car lanes in Vietnam, I was pleased.

I have often had unpleasant experiences with the superior attitude and abrupt questioning of airport staff during check-in.

At the height of my career two decades ago, I was an HR manager earning a steady VND15 million (US$570) a month, a job many would call safe. But one question unsettled me: What if I lose this job after 40?

The ongoing debate about Filipino teachers not being "native" oversimplifies the real issue and ignores important facts. Let's set the record straight.

A complaint from a VnExpress reader about Filipinos teaching "native English" lessons has sparked strong reactions, with many readers defending Filipinos as highly qualified English teachers and emphasizing that non-native accents are not a problem.

I'm not surprised that Tan Son Nhat and Noi Bai are among the worst airports in the world — I'm so used to their flight delays.

Each student at my child's school pays VND300,000 (US$11.37) a month to learn English with a foreign teacher, but the school hires non-native English speakers.

I have a cousin whose child has attended an international school for many years, but their English proficiency remains mediocre.

It pains me to see so many Vietnamese students pouring huge sums of money into IELTS exams, only to be trapped in a cycle of expiry dates and retests.

I feel embarrassed by a recent incident at a restaurant in Germany, where a group of Vietnamese guests caused a commotion, banging spoons, screaming out for staff over a missing chili pot, and speaking loudly.

After two decades of living in a European country, I've learned that pet ownership isn't just about love; it's about responsibility.

I used to spend two or three hours every day scrolling through Facebook, reading comments, liking posts, and following everything on the platform. Eventually, it reached a point where I knew I needed help.