People don’t talk about Vietnamese food as much as they should. Everyone’s all up for Thai and Indian and so-hot-right-now Mexican. Excuse me? Can we get some PHO up in here?! Maybe a fresh spring roll?! Some Banh Mi???!?!??!?!??! WHERE IS THE LOVE???!?!?!
I’ll tell you where the love is, and where my foodie heart will probably remain for the rest of my life: the glorious land of ‘Nam. Oh my lorde. The food in Vietnam was without a doubt the best of any of the countries I went to. It beat fresh sashimi in Japan and even everyones favourite; Thai. I loved it so much that I decided I needed to dedicate two entire posts to all the wonderfully amazing things I sipped and slurped and shoved down my gob while I was there. So, I hereby give you part one of almost every delicious thing I ate in Vietnam.
There is no other word to describe Sapa other than breathtaking. I know it sounds a bit over the top and very soap opera, but seriously, this place left me speechless. The scenery is unbelievably beautiful, and as usual, my photos don’t come anywhere close to doing it justice.
I went on a three-day, two-night trek, in an all inclusive tour from Hanoi. I usually wouldn’t even consider a tour like this but I wasn’t sure what to expect when I got to Sapa, had I have just jumped on a bus and figured it all out when I got there. And I don’t know a single thing about trekking, so I thought I might as well just have someone else sort it all out for me. Continue reading →
Hoi An is gorgeous. The buildings are all traditional old-school colonial architecture, with picturesque river and rice field backdrops. Its a sleepy little place compared to the madness of Ho Chi Minh. It’s possible to cross the road without fearing for one’s life, and the constant beeping and revving of cars and motorbikes seems to be magically drowned out by the beautiful surroundings. By night, the river is lit up by market stalls and the magnificent glow of hundreds of colourful lanterns. The smiley locals are always saying hello, striking up a charming little chat before inviting you to their tailoring shop, their friend’s bahn mi stand, their sister’s shoe shop, their aunt’s coffee shop, their brother’s motorbike taxi, their cousin’s day spa, their grandma’s pho stand and/or their best friend’s uncle’s internet café. Continue reading →
“But people die canyoning!” Dad protested over the phone.
. . .
Perched way up in the central highlands, the town of Da Lat is a lovely little escape from the madness of Vietnam’s larger cities, and a welcome break from the heat and humidity of the south. The city is surrounded by dense green woodlands, and hosts a stunning view of mountains in every direction.
Canyoning (or abseiling, whatever you want to call it) is the big thing to do in Da Lat. With a bit of haggling, for $25 you can attempt to walk down a slippery waterfall protected by nothing but a stringy piece of rope and the all too relaxed grip of a cheerful little Vietnamese man.