In my previous post , I mentioned that the fried egg bahn mi was the equivalent to a packet of economical bee hoon. I am now retracting that statement. The combination of warm, crusty baguette, a perfectly cooked fried egg the yolk was cooked through and I usually prefer my eggs on the runny side, but it still tastes delicious , the garnishes herbs, some pickled veggies, fish sauce and chilli sauce and fuck, I could eat it every day for the rest of my life.
I met two Swiss guys who I got along really well on my second day in Hue. The next day we visit the aforementioned stall, and there were two small puppies and a bigger dog, which were pretty adorable, sleeping and lazing near us. Some random dude wanted to get in on the action. The kid was putting on a show for us β getting the dog and puppies to run around.
This was my first time in such a bus and I was pretty confused. The seats are more like makeshift beds, and you can get bottom or top bunk. I met up with a friend I made in Hue and we rushed off to the beach, much needed after the torturous walk. The beach was crowded as fuck. In the background, you can see the Monkey Mountain and the Bodhisattva of Mercy Statue that white statue in the middle of the pic. After the beach, Patrick and I had some drinks and played couple rounds of darts and foozeball I won darts, he won foozeball and there was a table of Vietnamese guys sitting in the balcony.
They soon invited us to join them. They offered us their homemade rice wine which was in a plastic bottle, a pipe attached in it so you can pour it out neatly in the shot glass. It got me drunk so fast, maybe too fast.
We topped it off with beer with ice, and we had a blast with the guys and I am so down to party with people like them again, communication barrier and all. Danang is a pretty big city, very different to Hanoi and Hue.
