Dalat

It was time to move on to cooler climates and head to Dalat. It's in the highland area of Vietnam and is host to the best fruit and vege in the country. As well as boasting some of the most beautiful flowers and coffee plantations. If you've ever had Vietnamese coffee you'd agree it's pretty good....And nuclear strong. (Dad it'd nock your socks off!)
On the way up we were pretty lucky with the weather and I had a decent bus driver who didn't try to run us off the side of the mountain. Trust me when traveling in Asia a driver who doesn't think he's a former formular one driver is a rearity.
Then we arrived in Dalat to pouring rain!! Surprise surprise.
Who's idea was it to come to Vietnam in the monsoon hey? Oh, yeah, Me!
No problem. I just jumped in to a taxi and arrive at a lovely guest house called Dreams. I actually had to put a jumper on...Can you believe it? A Jumper! It was so nice to actually be cold. To have a frozen nose and rosey cheeks from the cool air. I had forgotten what it was like and very jealous of home which was experiencing a thing called winter. Now I was about to have my two days worth. I'm so use to sweating my arse off this actually felt unnatural.
Well, enough of that falaval.
I was starving and popped up to a little restaurant to grab some local grub when I met Hung...The easy-rider....