Vietnam didn’t touch me in the way that Cambodia did - apart from in one area.
The coffee
We were first introduced to this wonderous beverage in Phu Quoc, when after a bleary eyed journey on the ferry we paused for a refreshment stop before finding a place to stay.
The coffee came, espresso style, with metal pot on top of a glass, and the glass had a thin layer of condensed milk. Vietnamese coffee is like a shot of pure caffeine with the added advantage of sweet condensed milk goodness. I truly thought there could be nothing finer.
Until I came across the ICED version in Saigon.
We had our coffee lady who had a stall just outside our guesthouse, and each morning we would grab ourselves a shot of amazing goodness, served over ice, for a bargain price of 30p.
Starbucks? They're dead to me (Well, until I get back to the UK at least)
