Pho is delicious. This might seem like a boring statement, but it is honestly so delicious and I have only discovered this since forcing myself to eat my way up and down Trãn Nāo, the street near where I live. I am so sad that for the first 15 months I have lived in this country I have wasted so much money on food when I could have been eating out every evening, consuming bowls of deliciousness, and watching the fascinating world go buy for just 72p a meal.
This is pho tài from my absolute favourite pho restaurant and I love it. It is probably the best pho tài in the whole of Vietnam, but I would need to check out a few more pho places before I could verify this.
In other news, I am stuck in Vietnam in a similar way that I was stuck in Darwin, except the people have been way nicer about my legal documentation here. Turns out that even though entry into the country on a new passport was seamless, thanks to the wonderful ladies in my HR department, exiting and coming back into the country say, to see your husband for the weekend in Singapore, is a no no with a single entry visa. Fairly obvious when you think about it, but hey, who spends their time thinking when they could be, I don't know, eating pho tài? Poor Frenchie thus has to do even more traveling to attend to my every need and whim. Hopefully it'll all be fixed in time for me to enjoy my Tet holiday to some cutsie little destination with Buddhist temples otherwise I might have to get on my new little moped, Roger Red Bike, and drive to some strange, reachable destination in Vietnam for my cultural and Li Hi kicks!
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