Every night, there were people who would set up their little (yes, little children's) plastic chairs and tables on the sidewalk and sell their day's catch -- lobster, prawns, clams, snails, cuttlefish and squid --
You then walked to the nearby Vietnamese version of 7-11 and bought your favourite beverage (beer was a particular fave as it was processed) and brought it back to your table.
Minimal cutlery resulted in you digging with your fingers and minimal lighting resulted in you having to feeling around your food for edible parts.
You also got used to the crunchy bits of lobster and crab leg bits that, from time to time, escaped out the side of your mouth. Lots of laughter and another can of beer And nobody really cared.
And nobody died and after we went for fried rice and noodles at a brightly lit restaurant.
Other restaurants paled in comparison to "street food", but were equally delicious. The seafood was very fresh and tasty. There were not a lot of English speaking people around, but the restaurants had plenty of pictures or we resorted to hand gestures, sounds (moo, baaaa, cluck-cluck) and pointing.
Did I mention my Sangria Punch? Now that was drink! They must have followed the recipe because it sure was potent! I could even taste the brandy. And it was served in a huge quart glass mug the size of a jumbo spaghetti jar. The others had to roll me home that night and tried, unsuccessfully, to stop me from singing and speaking in puns! Great thing was the next day, no hangover! There is a God!
And as there were no photos of my Sangria-swilling night, I'll post this beer-drinking one.
It's good to be me.
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