Frosty

Now, listen, Vietnam. I am not one to put others down. I don't like to brag at the detriment of a person or a country's feelings or self esteem. You've got all the right rain in all the right places and you are da bomb at steamy humidity and hot, hot sun. Your undergrowth is lush and jungly and let's not even start on your deltas and swamp land. Mwa!  Magnifique!  It is the best not to need an alarm because you'll be woken up at 5:45am (just in time for work) even on weekends by the natural sunshine pouring in through your windows and oh, the sense of freedom to commute amongst hordes of beeping mopeds and families lodged together on bikes or even those quiet mornings when you can zip down the highway at 60kph because no one else is up yet. Yes, yes, Vietnam: you got dat covered. 

But let's just do some cultural sharing for a sec. Vietnam, I introduce to you the Frosty Morning Walk to School (no a sweat included):

The kids at school say to me (best saaaf London accent please), "Miss why are you so cheerful in da mornin'?" And I say (in Joanna Lumley tones) "Because of the beauty, darlings!  Because of the beauty! And also coffee."

So, soz, Vietnam. It's mean to create a competition with something you can only achieve in your northernmost mountainous regions, namely temperatures below 20 degrees but on this occasion, I'm afraid the UK wins