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In London, all in one piece, mostly sane.
I located my residence, got a wash, and pretty much went out for lunch and the early afternoon before coming back and crashing. It's nearly midnight and I'm just about to crash again I think.
But first: Thurday and Friday - somewhat compressed.
Thursday
Dad had business to conduct, so Thursday mostly ended up doing that. I was hoping to get to the Vietnamese Museum of Fine Arts, but the business partner (son) wanted to do lunch, and by the time we finished there wasn’t enough time. We just went home and Dad caught his flight.
Lunch was a pretty nice Cantonese food place – and I had an iced coffee sweetened by condensed milk. My stepmum and the business partner’s girlfriend kept feeding the guys; pretty much the guys talked business and the women looked after them. So very Viet.
Also very Viet: the things people carry on the back of their bikes:
Dinner was the foodie tour with Saigon Street Eats. It’s good for people who don’t have a Vietnamese stepmum who’s going to take them around everywhere.
Personally, I think the places Dad, the stepmum, and her friend took me were better. But these were all in the same area, a little taste of many things, and had some history woven into it, as told by someone who was born a few years after the American War ended.
In conclusion, I recommend this tour if you don’t have the faintest idea of where to start with Vietnamese food and no relatives/locals to show you where to go. :)
Friday
Most of the notable parts of Friday I didn’t take photos.
I posted two parcels – one home, one to west coast USA. Here’s hoping both parcels precede me!
There was no breakfast, just coffee. Real Vietnamese coffee with the filter and the condensed milk. (Okay, so iced coffee, but it was still real Viet-style coffee!
The down side of eating with my stepmum and her friend is that they try to be helpful but tend to end up doing what they think is best, which is not necessarily what I want. (Dad does the same thing.)
I met the friend’s American boyfriend, who’s actually a Vietnamese American boyfriend, and seemed quite smitted with her. (Dad’s been making jokes which are, frankly, a little off-colour. There’ve been times during this trip when I’ve thought that if he wasn’t my Dad, I probably wouldn’t like him very much.)
Then there was a bit of lunch – most of which I couldn’t have because I started getting twinges – the start of ‘tingly palms’, so I stopped eating the food. It’s entirely possible that it was a case of ‘the stuff the food was cooked in has touched crayfish’. In which case I’m in big trouble.
Anyway, on the way to the station, we started passsing sewing-machine shops. Industrial-machines, but still...sewing machines!
And then it all gets blurry between HCMC and London. More about that in the next post...
I located my residence, got a wash, and pretty much went out for lunch and the early afternoon before coming back and crashing. It's nearly midnight and I'm just about to crash again I think.
But first: Thurday and Friday - somewhat compressed.
Thursday
Dad had business to conduct, so Thursday mostly ended up doing that. I was hoping to get to the Vietnamese Museum of Fine Arts, but the business partner (son) wanted to do lunch, and by the time we finished there wasn’t enough time. We just went home and Dad caught his flight.
Lunch was a pretty nice Cantonese food place – and I had an iced coffee sweetened by condensed milk. My stepmum and the business partner’s girlfriend kept feeding the guys; pretty much the guys talked business and the women looked after them. So very Viet.
Also very Viet: the things people carry on the back of their bikes:
Dinner was the foodie tour with Saigon Street Eats. It’s good for people who don’t have a Vietnamese stepmum who’s going to take them around everywhere.
Personally, I think the places Dad, the stepmum, and her friend took me were better. But these were all in the same area, a little taste of many things, and had some history woven into it, as told by someone who was born a few years after the American War ended.
In conclusion, I recommend this tour if you don’t have the faintest idea of where to start with Vietnamese food and no relatives/locals to show you where to go. :)
Friday
Most of the notable parts of Friday I didn’t take photos.
I posted two parcels – one home, one to west coast USA. Here’s hoping both parcels precede me!
There was no breakfast, just coffee. Real Vietnamese coffee with the filter and the condensed milk. (Okay, so iced coffee, but it was still real Viet-style coffee!
The down side of eating with my stepmum and her friend is that they try to be helpful but tend to end up doing what they think is best, which is not necessarily what I want. (Dad does the same thing.)
I met the friend’s American boyfriend, who’s actually a Vietnamese American boyfriend, and seemed quite smitted with her. (Dad’s been making jokes which are, frankly, a little off-colour. There’ve been times during this trip when I’ve thought that if he wasn’t my Dad, I probably wouldn’t like him very much.)
Then there was a bit of lunch – most of which I couldn’t have because I started getting twinges – the start of ‘tingly palms’, so I stopped eating the food. It’s entirely possible that it was a case of ‘the stuff the food was cooked in has touched crayfish’. In which case I’m in big trouble.
Anyway, on the way to the station, we started passsing sewing-machine shops. Industrial-machines, but still...sewing machines!
And then it all gets blurry between HCMC and London. More about that in the next post...
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Enjoying yer posts. And keeping my fingers crossed for the shellfish thing.
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