Hoi An

A beautiful untouched town. Small streets with cobble stones. During the Vietnam war this lovely little town was never bombed. All of the architecture has been kept, and kept up rather well. There are tailors and shoe makers set up in these old colonial buildings with real shutters.

After walking these lovely streets (no cars are aloud, yay) we found a wonderful little restaurant. We had previously read about it the the bible (lonely planet book) and instantly wanted to go. There was so many wonderful dishes to choose from. First we had grilled meet on bamboo that you wrap in rice paper with fresh herbs and vermicelli and dipped in fish sauce. Then we had prawns grilled on sugar cane. Our next course was more main course. We had the beautiful steamed bok choy with a wonderful spicy red sauce. Also, a Hoi An specialty, which I cannot remember the name of, that was a rich complex broth, then noodles and fresh herbs and vegetables. So delicious. The broth reminded me of my short rib broth.

After this wonderful feast, we are both lazily full, I walk to the toilet. On my way back to the table I notice an ancient ice cream maker at work in a barrel of ice. I ask this man, who appeared to be the manager, if that was an ice cream maker. He replied, quiet happy that someone noticed and knew what this odd contraption was, that yes it was an ice cream maker and that all of there ice cream is made in house. Full as I was I came back to the table and told Ben I was ordering the ice cream. All I have to say is dericious.