I woke up early and was about to head to the morning fish market, when 7 students were waiting to go exploring as well (I love this class - they are so adventuresome). On the way to the river (about a 5 minute walk from our hotel) we passed the vegetable market. No mangosteens on sale here - too early in the season. This makes me , and many of my students who have heard so much about them, not just from me but also from our Vietnamese language teacher, very sad.
I had the opportunity to just sit on a street corner and watch. This is one of my favorite past times ever.
Most of the vegetable market is covered by low tarps. Unlike the Vietnamese, I have to duck my head to walk through. It makes me feel tall.
There are narrow walk ways through the market, which are not only crowded with too many people, but also bicycles, carts and motorcycles carrying goods to the stalls. It is quite a crazy scene.
I took my group of 6 students to a cooking lesson this afternoon. But first we were toured through the market. I tried a fruit I had never tried before (I thought I knew them all) called vou sua, which means "breast milk." It was very delicious - round, soft and sweet. Here is Max trying duck egg with embryo.
Our cooking lesson included making rice paper from scratch, green papaya salad, eggplant with tomatoes, lemongrass and scallions, and decorations from tomatoes and cucumbers.
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