Back in Saigon, it’s our last night so I get a bit tarted up and Mr Rags doesn’t and we all go to the Lemongrass Restaurant for the farewell dinner. Tomorrow Mr Rags and I leave for Cambodia while others stay on and get to do the tunnel tour where viet cong lived in tunnels for years on end. Ahh, perhaps I’ll get back there one day.
I opted for appetizers. Should’ve asked how big the servings were. I made myself eat it all. Another kilo. Don’t care.
The Vietnamese food in Vietnam tastes different to the viet food we get here. Maybe they westernise it for us in Oz.
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