Food, glorious food.

Well I have to say that being a fussy eater is a bit more difficult in Vietnam than it is in Thailand, and having had food poisoning five times in the last year in London/Europe hasn't built up my confidence all that much either.

It has been said many times (guide books, tours, other people) that the Vietnamese will eat anything, and we've seen real evidence of that in the menus written in English alone: frog, tortoise, beef penis, uterus, stomach lining, rabbit, snake, dog... yum yum. I am sure there is more variety still on the menus we can't read.

I've not really (knowingly) ventured too much further than the standard fare, but Quentin has got into frog and rabbit, and all of the mystery meat we've been served up.

The best was in Hanoi, when we were with our mate Shian and decided to brave one of the local street restaurants with the child-sized plastic chairs. We got in a bit over our heads: there was no choice, they just brought out rice paper, leaves, fish sauce, a massive plate of tripe, and two big hunks of ground up mystery meat (looked a little like dog roll). Needless to say we stayed for about half of the time that would have been polite, washed the small amounts we did eat down with beer, paid the "double for foreigners" bill and legged it.