Da Lat
October 20th 2011 We wound our way down the mountains to a small minority village, , little old women lined the roads beneath colourful umbrellas selling piles of oranges stacked meticulously high. Such an abundance of oranges made me wonder why it’s absolutely impossible to get a fresh orange juice anywhere ‘round here.
On our bus ride our guide, Bau, told us of his ‘Fried Rice’, the nick-name given to a
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