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Published: April 25th 2011
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When I woke up I opened one eye at a time. All seemed well - had we escaped the dreaded hangover? Well the answer is not quite. After breakfast we went for a walk on the beach. We then walked back to the hotel to sit on Pete’s balcony while our breakfast settled. Within minutes we were all struggling to keep our eyes open and had to go for an afternoon nap - I think I must be ageing on this trip because I have never been able to nap before!
When we all finally woke up we went for another walk along the seafront, but this time in the opposite direction. The board walk next to the sand is so much more peaceful than the incredibly hectic main road which runs parallel to it. We came across the Louisiana brew House. With its comfy seating overlooking the beach, it looked like a good spot for relaxing. We each ordered a tasting paddle. This included 4 of their own brewed beers. Apart from the one which tasted of Germoline they were all drinkable. Nothing special but nothing offensive.
The food menu looked really good so I ordered some
noodle soup and Pete and Andy ordered some spring rolls. Main dishes were a bit more expensive than we would normally pay so we decided that we would save eating a proper meal here until we could all appreciate it.
On the walk back we went to the sailing club, another beach front bar. The setting was even nicer than the previous bar, but checking out the menu it all seemed way too over priced. There was one thing that we all just had to try… the raspberry mojito. Our drinks arrived and although they looked good, the taste let them down and the bits kept blocking up the straw. What have I learned from all the different mojito cocktails I have tried on this trip?…. don’t mess with the original, they taste great the way they are. After our drinks Pete headed back to his room while me and Andy went looking for somewhere to eat dinner.
In the restaurant we were seated next to the fish tanks. In Asia they tend to keep all their fish alive in tanks until its ordered. For the more expensive fish you go to the tank and pick the fish
you want. It does mean that you don’t have to worry about the freshness of your fish, but its not for everyone - we haven’t done it yet. All the fish and lobsters had plenty of room and looked happy enough, but the turtle and terrapin tank behind me looked very cramped with three in a very small tank. I kept looking at them and became convinced that one of them was looking at me with pleading eyes. I tried to convince Andy that we should buy him - or bob as I had named him - but Andy was having none of it. I should point out that I didn’t want to eat him, I wanted to take him to the beach and let him go. I wasn’t given any choice because half way through our meal a man turned up with a net, fished Bob out of the tank and rode off with him on the back of a moped. We both knew deep down that things were not looking good for Bob, but I prefer to imagine that the nice man took him for a ride on his moped and home to his family where he lived
happily ever after.
Although our dining experience was somewhat tainted by Bobs swift departure we still managed to enjoy our meals. Our pork and bamboo and stir fried frog were both delicious. We finished it all and walked back to our hotel with full bellies and fond memories of our old friend Bob.
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