More than anything, he craved the taste of pizza.

Since leaving Italy last month all he had managed was rice and fish and pho. They were great but they weren’t pizza. It was a silly reason to venture into the expat quarter which he should have avoided at all costs. There were bound to be Europeans there and possibly ones who watched the news. But dreams of cheese, garlic, basil and sun ripened tomatoes demanded attention. He rounded the final bend and started looking for an out of the way place to leave his scooter…