Bangers in the sun

Those Portu-Geezers were canny chaps eh what ? Caravels tacking into the wind, deep sea exploration, the first great maritime empire, the spice trade, and a great eye for a beautiful colony, to wit, Brazil and Goa. The colonial buildings remain, and thought we can hear no Iberian in the streets the empire lives on […]

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Pad Thai-riffic

You look out for the long winding queue… (the restaurants next door have few diners and, inevitably, long faced restauranters who no doubt dream of slipping arsenic into the bubbling vats or releasing rats and cockroaches into the kitchen) but you can’t miss Thipsamai – and as you can see from the photo above very […]

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Mrs Ha

Hoi An’s central market is a ancient buttery yellow ochre barn like structure with arches framed by wooden lattice, huge supporting beams and a soaring tiled roof. The eaves are ringed by little old greengrocers, their sumptuous fruits and veggies laid out before you like a magic carpet load of luscious greenery.     Once […]

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Nha Trang – Back in the USSR

I think my eyeballs are now sweating. We’ve largely recovered from the Saigon Express Flu but have been a little glazed in our appreciation of the wonders of Nha Trang.  The beach itself reminds us of Manly, a noble stretch of sand, but with tropical islands large and small dotting the horizon. The Esplanade is […]

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Let Saigon be bygones

We were wandering one of the main streets of our hood after dark. The two sides are completely different. One has a wide, flat footpath, aromatic and dark to the extreme. The other is well lit, tiny, uneven, with scooters barring your progress and coffee shops everywhere. It’s always a toss up which to choose. […]

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