Hoi An

After travelling for 14 hours on a very very shit bus we are not in the mood for bartering. $9 is fine, we are staying in a cute little guesthouse close to the old quarter in Hoi An.

Its stinking hot and I´m still on my quest to find the pork steamed bum man, I love those things. I´ve been looking for him since Cambodia. I see little flashes of him every now and then. He rides past playing his pixie music when I have no money on me, or I see him through the window when I'm trapped inside a bus or he is within reaching distance when I am stuffed full of noodles.

Hoi An is a beautiful little town, especially at night, the whole town lights up with lanterns of all different colours over looking the river. Most people go to Hoi An to have clothes and shoes taylor made for a miniscule prices and the skinny little streets are just littered with taylors, one after the other.

We had dinner at a cute little restaurant along the river. Sam ordered the most beautiful duck soup, probably the best soup we have ever tasted. Lots of garlic, broken down rice, duck stock, onion and corriander. I had squid in claypot, they love their claypots over here. So do I.

In Hoi An they have their own traditional local dishes such as 'White rose', its shrimp and pork steamed in rice paper folded into a rose shape then lightly sprinkled with chives and fried shallots and sits in a sweet vinegary sauce. Mmmm

Wish I could add lot more photos but I've used my month quota!