A family from California moves to Ho Chi Minh City. Hilarity ensues.
It is now mere weeks before our Asian adventure will come to a close so we’re attempting to frantically squeeze all the fun we can from this fair land.
Our good friend Beth’s sister was in town which gave us an excuse for a last motorbike foodie tour of HCMC.
It’s all fun and games until someone puts the duck fetus in the hotpot.
Yeah, that’s the exact look on our faces, too, Amy. And no, dear reader, you don’t want to see the picture of it cooked. Trust me.
Curbside dining on Bánh Tráng Nướng, also known as Vietnamese pizza.
At this establishment our hosts cooked various meats and veg on a roof tile at our table. Unfortunately the shots of them cooking ostrich on a huge slab of salt (for real!) didn’t really turn out.
Fast forward to a day out with The Big O. He totally showed this fancy Häagen-Dazs who was boss.
While we still have almost three weeks of school left to teach, our seniors have walked the stage of the Saigon Opera House.
Next stop to check off the list? Taking in the view from the 50th floor of the Bitexco tower, the highest in the country.
It overlooks a fascinating tangle of old metal-roofed buildings and an outdoor market. I can’t see these two blocks lasting very long in this construction-obsessed town.
Our humble skyscraper abode is off in the hazy distance past the swampiness.
We washed down the vertigo with some bowling.
(Bumpers were quite the Godsend.)
Just three weeks until our touchdown in Japan on our journey back to ‘Merica.
We’re going to miss the hallway view from just outside of our apartment.