I’ve been eating Pho exclusively for the past few days. It’s everywhere and it’s hard to find anything else up here in Northern Vietnam. Signs for Cam Pho line the streets and it seems it’s just a family that decided to open up shop to serve Pho and tea and sometimes beer for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.
This stove is cool. Just a hole with a coal fire.
There really are rice fields everywhere in Vietnam. There’s also a lot of wet garbage and I’ve seen some water buffalo take a huge duke right in where the rice is growing.
Now I can appreciate the concrete in cities. I’ve complained about how much of Philadelphia is cement. But this is what you get when the streets are made of mud. Mud cake drivetrain.
I recorded some of my ride as I cycled out of Hanoi. There’s a lot of honking here, and scooters.
On my first day cycling in Vietnam, I had a lot of Pho.
It was only 30,000 Dong, which is $1.50 USD. Here I am at the roadside restaurant.
Here’s the girl who ran the place, and cooked me the Pho. She brought me her digital camera which had an error message saying “Memory Card is Write Protected.” She handed it to me, and I took out the memory card, flipped the notch, and everyone who had gathered around said “Ahhhhhhh!” I was a technology hero.
And here’s my second Pho of the day. Also only $1.50.
