You know you’re in Vietnam when your best friend is sitting across the table from you tucking into a fertilised duck egg with gusto. At least this might be an indicator. Another indicator may be experiencing adrenal fatigue from drinking too many cafe sua da every morning coupled with banh mi. Damn those Vietnamese coffees are good…you know you’re alive! One of my dearest friends (of 25 years) has been living and teaching in Ho Chi Minh city for about a year so Dave and I went over for a catch up. Both gin hags from way back with an appreciation for great food, good times were going to be had. Fun stuff like being on the back of motorbikes and driving through Saigon districts, stopping constantly to eat the best possible local food for what seemed to be an endless and perfect night. It was demanding, stressful even, to eat such copious amounts of delicious food but I took one for the team. Goat, fertilised duck eggs, quail, frogs, every type of seafood imaginable and the list goes on.
We took a break from eating and attended a Saigon cooking class so we could eat what we cooked afterwards. Cooking classes are a major priority for me when travelling. We created sour soup with prawns, banana blossoms salad with chicken, nuoc mam and Vietnamese pancake. Even though I used to teach people how to make omelettes, my pancake looked dreadful and the chef gave me sympathetic looks. So I discovered I had some underlying, competitive omelette ego issues going on but it tasted good anyway. Aside from that, it doesn’t matter where you are when you’re with your two favourite people. All you need is conversation and YouTube (which was challenging as the internet connection is a bit dodgy over there). Driving away in the cab to the airport, waving goodbye to my friend in the distance with both of us crying meant that I was going to have to miss her all over again. I was also going to miss drinking cafe sua da’s and eating croissants everyday. These are life’s emotional moments :: Jem x