An early start onto our electric cart took us to a nice Chinese Temple. Then it was a walk around to see the sights. A Japanese bridge, a 200 year old house and a tailor.
From there we went to fabric shops. At one stage the Editor was kidnapped by 4 Vietnamese women when she showed interest in a piece of material. Oops, I mean fabric. That was enough for me. I left and by the time I got back, she had had enough.
We headed to a more upclass establishment by way of a local WC. At least they had a chair for bored and leg weary husbands in the second place.
With breakfast a long way in the rear view, I searched for bahn mi. The place across the road had a picture of Anthony Bourdain in it, and therefore a very long line. Last night's bahn mi had been from there, so a packet of chips each it was. I had honey and butter flavour, just because.
We took our chances on finding food on the way back. We found a place that did pho. Yes, I had it for breakfast but it is really good.
OK. From room to electric cart with 4 of our group and we headed back to town. While they had fittings for clothes, we went to check out the night markets. Yawn.
We then went to look at the restaurant we were all going to that night. It is called Morning Glory. One of the guys from our group called it Mango Duck. The Oasis song will never be the same. Turns out they're really booked out for the night, but as fate would have it, it's a franchise and they had a restaurant just down the road from the tailor. We went to tell the others, dropped in at the bookshop with a toilet. Spent some dong and spent a penny and then, with the others, got dinner. It was really good and well worth the half a million it cost.
Cart, home, sleep and dream about breakfast.
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