Hey everybody! As it turns out...we are both back in Thailand. The weather for the next week in Hanoi was going to be rainy and cold and that is just no way to end a vacation. So I caught a last minute flight with Will to BKK and we are now enjoying 90 degree weather. I am going to try and find my way to one last beach for the next four days until we have to head back to AMERICA!
Today we hit the mother load of eating. I think we would both consider ourselves adventurous eaters. Well, today we found what everybody seems to think of when they think of Asia. The dog. It was unmistakable. It was a whole dog and was roasted and on the side of the road in a small roadside eating area that we would have missed had we not been looking. We looked at it and immediately decided to pass. We then went to a fresh beer garden and drank loads and loads of beer and then, three hours later...(we were trying to kill time before we had to depart for the airport) we decided , heck yeah...we should at least try it. Especially if we were going to walk by and take a picture of it. So...we did. We walked back, took photos and sat down and ate some. There were three versions...a sausage that had lots of bone particles in it...the worst for sure. A tenderized version that was sprinkled with sesame seeds, and finally a roast version that was truly carved off the actual dog. It was all served with basil leaves and a dip that taste like....ummm I don't know...shit?! The dip had vodka mixed in with it. Honestly, the locals were happy to see us...we were far from old town and far far from the tourist haunts. The guy that was showing us how to eat it poured us a few shots of vodka straight up and I drank it willingly. I am not sure what the year was when I last drank a shot of ANYTHING but if it got the taste of dog out of my mouth I was up for it. In the end, the taste would not leave my mouth and I willingly accepted, no, actually begged Will for a cigarette to replace the taste that was occupying my mouth. UGH! Never again. The unfortunate thing about the experience was that I dropped a piece on my backpack and now all I can smell is dog flesh. Tomorrow it will be heading to laundry.
What a day! We woke up freezing and cold and I decided to drop the plans of heading to Halong Bay. I changed my flight out of Vietnam and we bought a suitcase to load up all that we have purchsed in the last month and last day. In the last 24 hours I purchased new eye glasses with my new prescription for $27 and they are Prada frames. Also, I bought five new pairs of jeans. I love Vietnam! Even more cheap than Thailand. Hanoi is a lovely city and I can not wait to come back. We both feel the same way....much more time needed. But not to eat the dog...that is for certain.
What I am certain of is that tomorrow I will have hangover as smoking a cigarette guarantees it. Also, we drank beer for three hours contemplating whether to go back and eat that dog and then when we did....we drank more beer and vodka. Sleeping in tomorrow and then running some errands like picking up tailoring and then finding my way to another beach...hopefully.
Ok, off to bed and to brush my teeth yet again. There are socks on my teeth!
adios!
willandCODY
It sounds like the SE Asian version of Old Country Buffett, where there is a guy at the end of the bar waiting to slice you off a piece from the meat pile under the red heat lamp. . .only with vodka. I must admit that I am a little disappointed that it took you 3 hours of liquid courage to eat the pooch. Welcome home!
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