Statistically, Ugandans are one of the heaviest drinking African nations. If you’ve ever tasted Ugandan Waragi from a plastic sachet, or the interestingly named ‘Legitimate Whisky’, you would think they were mad. Thankfully they brew a drinkable beer… though I must say I’m always confused why I’m presented with the question “Would you like it cold?” every time I order one. “No thanks, I’ll have the one you left in the sun over there” said no one ever.
Uganda may not be famous for it’s food, especially when the diet for many is a focus on avoiding hunger and not seeking great taste. The food is often starchy and bland, but there are some exceptions to the rule which can be found on the street in most villages. As a bonus, street food is often served in bags made from scrap printer paper. So you can read notes from a village meeting, a segment of some legal proceedings or even someone’s CV as you eat. What’s often even better are the stall names and slogans…
So you’re currently sitting in a Hoi An guesthouse, searching for tips on what to eat, provided you can manage to drag yourself away from your Bia Hoi hangover… Or maybe you aren’t there just yet but you’re very organised. Either way, you’re a winner. Hoi An has some of the best food in Vietnam, including a couple of dishes which only exist within the city limits. The following six dishes which we enjoyed in Hoi An make me want to book a direct flight back to this city immediately!
It’s that time again. Time to drink every beer a country has to offer and separate the good, the bad and the ugly. Round four is dedicated to the beer loving paradise that is Vietnam, with some very surprising microbreweries showing that the Vietnamese quite possibly make the best beer in South East Asia. Read on to find out what we loved about the beer of Vietnam.
Our next stop after Hoi An was Hue. Being quite close we opted to get the 4 hour bus instead of the train. Well, despite being a day time journey we were hustled on to a sleeper bus for the journey. This consisted of 3 columns of cramped bunk beds with extra beds thrown in anywhere possible. One aisle was blocked with beds, an extra one was even squeezed into the top row and the toilet (which we ended up quite near to) was out of order and smelled worse than the long drops at 2am at Glastonbury.