Just in case you didn’t get the hilarious joke in the title to this post, it refers to the fact that Hue Vietnam is pronounced “whey”. (I know, I just killed the joke. I apologise.)
My time in Hue was rainy. Rain, rain and yet more rain. It was running off rooftops and the ends of our noses. It was washing clean the streets. It was leaving a grey haze over the whole city which just downright ruined our otherwise amazingly artistic photographs. And yet, it never dampened our spirits. Being the crazy cat that I am, I decided that this type of weather was perfect for a day of motorbiking around the city. And so I climbed on the back of a vehicle which I’m sure had seen better days and clung to my Vietnamese driver who seemed to find it hilarious that I had blonde hair, whooped a little whenever we left the ground due to his crazy driving and the fact that I was wearing a disgustingly purple poncho (hey, at least I made him laugh, unlike the rest of you with the lame title to this post).
I visited temple after temple and tomb after tomb. I stopped at a roadside workshop where they make conical hats and sticks of incense. I tried to convince myself that even though every inch of me was wet to the core, I was still euphoric. But there is one basic desire that this crazy cat cannot deny herself and that is food. As soon as hunger strikes it is the only thing I can think about. And luckily for me, my driver took me and a few of my friends to the most wonderful place I’ve ever been. Jamie Oliver’s it was not. But by that point I would have eaten road kill if it had been served with a spring roll or two. However, this place was so humbling and peaceful, it was the most charming place I’ve ever eaten in.