Somehow I found myself nhau-ing just about every night I was in Saigon. "You must've been hanging with a lot of dudes" my friend assumed, and right he was! I was unaware of the social significance of this primarily male custom at the time, but I found this interesting article through the interwebs. That might explain the stares, actually. Onward!
It took some getting used to the giant blocks of ice in my Tiger beer, let alone the fact that they kept giving me (and only me) straws. I guess it's the feminine way to nhau
Duck tongue and curried frog legs at Xua va Nay in Saigon
Clams with lemongrass
Before and after - the tail was a hot commodity
Bun cha in Hanoi
Cha ca la vong in Hanoi
Wraps and rice noodles (can't remember the names of anything - I'm terrible I know) at Quan An Ngon in Saigon