The moment I had longed for finally came, I could take out my tiny summer dresses, get rid of my terminally ill looking pale skin and switch from hot coffee with condensed milk to the iced version (short-term cooling off, long-term stomach problems: ice isn’t necessarily made from clean water).
My three days in Hoi An were total bliss: lots of good eating (seriously, that banh mi was the best), sizzling in the sun, morning bike ride to the beach (aka getting sunburned at 9 am), more bike rides (I’m too Dutch to function – riding a bike feels like home to me), visiting the My Son sanctuary and getting some cheap tailor-made shoes and dresses (whoops, this was not included in the budget).
I sometimes forget this in Beijing, but skies don’t necessarily need to be smoggy.
Crunchy bread smeared with unidentifiable (but highly appreciated) sauces, cucumber, tomato, lightly pickled veggies, paté, more unidentifiable meat and fresh herbs. (Key: the more things in your food are unidentifiable, the better).
Bánh xèo – pancake-thingy made of rice batter, stuffed with a little bit of pork, shrimps, diced green onion and bean sprouts. Roll it into a rice papper wrap and stuff with fresh mint, basil and more fragrant herbs and dip into a sweet and sour fish sauce. Stuffing things is always good.