So Good. Way better than what we were eating in Japan. And so cheap. I ate something called a bulbul in a clay pot. I know Bulbul is a fish of some sort, but I can’t tell you more than that, only that it tasted really good. But to me it sounded like something they would serve up in Mos Eisley Cantina. “Hey Luke, what are you having,” “Oh, I’ll just take a bulbul please.”
We had lots of spring rolls. Some fresh, some fried. Fish sauce. Noodles. Grilled crab. Lots of crazy blended juices. I got mine with ice. Angelica looked a little worried when I drank mine with the restaurant ice, she heard you’re not supposed to drink the water in Vietnam, or even use the ice. I’m a little worried that I may get diarea. But I’m also a little excited.
Ok, that’s all the writing I can do for now. Next time I’ll begin telling you about the tour. A little preview: Everyone is Canadian. They all say “eh.” A lot. Canadians rule.
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Kev- I can't believe you guys are in Vietnam! Thats sweeeet. Rebecca and I just came back from a 3 week stint 'down under'. I thought of you often. *sigh*
I only have 1 HUGE favor to ask, if you see Alex Wun... tell him I said, 4314 Hunt House Ruled.
Keep the blogs rolling.
Farren
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