We wake in Zaragoza in the centre of town. Anne found a hotel location with offsite parking, hard to find and only two levels underground to navigate. (Anne’s note: it wan’t just “only 2 levels underground”. It was a scary ride down a shiny, dark, very tight corkscrew which kept Anne awake the following night with worry. While the dirt road riding before Olite had gone really well, one tight left hand hairpin was badly handled and forced Anne to stop. Righthand hairpins were never a problem. The left ones were now nervewracking. Very annoying. The thought of riding back up that corkscrew terrified her until she decided to walk it the next day – it wasn’t that bad after all and would be easy enough. Her head can get in the way sometimes!! And the ride back up a few days later was fine indeed).
Our great hotel for 3 nights
Zaragoza lies roughly in the centre of the autonomous province of Aragon and half way between Madrid and Barcelona.
Yesterday after our arrival we found a great cafe with many gluten free options across the road from the hotel, so food is covered.
Supermarkets are cleverly tucked away inside the centre of large buildings – their street frontage barely wider than an apartment entrance and easy to miss. A small entrance and what looks like just a couple of aisles of products can expand to include fresh meat and fish stands. Everything you need close to your apartment.
Buy your 8kg leg in any supermarketEven the smallest supermarket had fresh fish
It is apparent that many people in Zaragoza live in apartments and life appears to revolve around nearby parks and the cafés which seems to be the social hub. Each cafe had customers at the counter, small tables and often a more formal dining area towards the back.
The sixth is Anne’s birthday and after giving her a birthday card, no room for presents on the bike sadly, we are off to our first site to visit today: the laundrette for an exciting hour of watching clothes going round and round.
Better follows for Anne though, despite her migraine and coughing bug she woke up with, as we go to El Sardi for a Birthday lunch. We are the first guests again, not quite used to the Spanish eating times. While the meal was delicious, it was the random act of kindness from the restaurant manager which was the most memorable. He had noticed how much Anne had enjoyed a whole tin of anchovies that he presented her with another one before leaving. Those anchovies were not only delicate and juicy but without a single fish bone – couldn’t call these “hairy fish”. Lucky Anthony doesn’t enjoy them!!
Birthday girlAnthony at El Sardi restaurantAnne with her Fredo anchoviesWith the kind Santiago, El Sardi’s restaurant owner
The weather forecast in Spain has been cold and rainy and we are glad we stayed put an extra day.
Time for lots of walking and discovering including a visit to the Palace of Aljafería.
The Aljafería Palace, ZaragozaThe Aljafería Palace, ZaragozaThe Aljafería Palace, ZaragozaThe Aljafería Palace, ZaragozaLooking towards the Catedral-Basílica de Nuestra Señora del Pilar, ZaragozaCathedral-Basílica de Nuestra Señora del Pilar, ZaragozaFuente de la Hispanidad, ZaragozaCalle Alfonso I, Zaragoza
After a few relaxing days in Zaragoza, it looks like the weather is fining up a bit, so off we head to Cuenca next.
No camping though as it is still forecast to be pretty cold and wet so a hotel booking is made for Cuenca.
Brittany Ferries operate on UK time while at sea, but port arrivals are in local time. I guess it makes sense as most of the passengers are from the UK but as we passed the French coast around Ushant off Brittany on Friday our mobiles switched to French time an hour ahead which caused us no end of confusion for setting alarms for our early arrival into Bilbao.
We realise as we are passing the Brittany coast that in early July 2023 we were camping above the beach near the three rocky outcrops. What a coincidence.
Near Kerguelen in Brittany, but from the sea this time.Entering Bilbao at sunrise.
Packed, breakfast and down to Streak and Storm waiting patiently for our arrival. A quick U turn, down the ramp and we are on Spanish soil. A cheerful and swift passport control, waived through Customs and we are off. Since the demise of our trusty Garmin GPS on the last trip in 2023, I have relied on the maps on the iPhone as a substitute using a Quad Lock to secure the iPhone to Storm. The Garmin had features such as “avoid tolls” which if they exist on the iPhone maps I have yet to discover them.
Beautiful Anne ready to go on a new adventure.
The superb maze of highways around Bilbao provide us a clean exit from both the port and city as we follow the well signposted A-8 eastwards. Given the difficult landscape, which includes soaring peaks that need numerous tunnels, we find all the roads have been well constructed. Some countries could take note of the excellent engineering undertaken to provide a quality road network. We plan to take the lesser well known roads and zig zag our way to Olite/Erriberri where we will see Palico (Palace) Real de Olite.
Now that is what you call a “bridge”Wonderful riding over the Cantabrian Range
A stop in Altsau/ Alsasua provides Anne with a coffee fix and me with the thickest chocolate drink I have ever had. I had to eat most of it with a spoon. More like a desert than a drink but yes I would go back in an instant for another one.
More and More chocolate mmmmm…
Onwards and upwards, a combination of the NA-7183 then NA-718 from Altsau/ Alsasua to Estella-Lizarra take us up through winding hairpins, scenic views and moss covered forests. Our so called adventure riding exploration is tempered by the large number of extremely fit cyclists undertaking the same roads! Along with walkers and other motorcyclists it seems the entire population is undertaking some outdoor activity.
Poppies in the mountains.
Palico Real de Olite which was one of the seats of court of the Kings of Navarre until the conquest of the Kingdom of Navarre by Castile in 1512. The current palace was rebuilt from 1937 onwards having been damaged by fire in 1813 by Spanish forces to stop Napoleon’s troops using the castle as a base. It was worth the visit and we get over 65’s rates. Both in the castle and around the town of Olite we realise that the majority other visitors are Spanish. We enjoy walking around the town, stopping at a market stall to buy tasty caramelised almonds.
Looking towards the castle from Plaza de Carlos IIIEnjoying the castle interior.
As we walk back to our hotel with lunchtime supplies for the next few days the familiar sound of a group motorcycles draw near. Anne realises it is the crowd of riders from Pickering in Yorkshire on the same ferry. Not only have they followed us to the same town, but the same hotel. Well not quite. They are all riding 350 to 400cc bikes lightly packed and splattered with mud. They have been following sections of the Spanish TET (Trans European Trails), what is that you may well ask, en route to tackle the ACT (Adventure Country Track) across the Pyrenees. They are all seasoned off road riders and have had a most enjoyable day. It just happens that the TET in Spain crossed our path in Olite. Note to self: must put some mud on the bikes to make us look more adventurous.
The TET in Spain is part of a similar network of motorcycle trails across Europe identified and available for off road riders. The riders from Yorkshire explained that the TET can be harder in places than the ACT but we know that neither will be in our plans for the next few weeks.
The Bardenas Reales of Navarra is a desert like area of over 41,000 hectares / 100,000 acres in the South East of Navarra Province which was declared a Natural Park in 1999. A 34km. / 21ml. gravel road gives us an opportunity to both explore the area and try some of the mildest off road conditions we could experience. Beautiful scenery, stark peaks greet us as we ride around the centre of the park. Birdsong greets us each time we stop.
Streak & Storm out and about again with La Blanca Baja as a backdropViewpoint looking towards Cabezos de Juan Obispo.Looking South from a rocky lookout. The famous Castildetierra in the Bardenas Reales.Anne’s excellent photography while riding.
We ride onwards to Zaragoza where will spend a couple of nights ahead of Anne’s birthday. Two magnificent days with Streak and Storm on a variety of roads under blue skies. We are so lucky.
We arrive at London Gatwick quite refreshed after our slow 3 hop journey from Brisbane, my sister and brother-in-law there to welcome us back which is always lovely. Luckily, our 3 suitcases, suitbag, one helmet and 2 on-board wheely bags fit in their car. Yes that is a ridiculously huge amount of luggage – in our defense (maybe) is the fact that we are away over spring, summer and autumn, have a 2.5 month motorcycle trip and a 2 day wedding mid June – one large suitcase is full of just our motorcycle gear.
The priority for this trip is family and in particular seeing and spending time with my 95 year old mother. We saw her every day over 7 days. Ageing can be tough and cruel but at least everyday is a welcome surprise seeing us…
Out with my mum
We are fortunate to have spent time with both our sisters and husbands, all my nephews and nieces (Anthony’s will be when we return hopefully). Lots of chats, games indoors and outdoors, lots of good food, plenty of champagne and a short trip to Paris to see my stepmother. Even saw our grand-nephews singing in the Salisbury Cathedral choir (No photos allowed).
Family Easter gatheringMum enjoying a call from the missing grandson and familyPlaying Kubb in RochesterCanterbury canalSalisbury cathedral
Our trip to Paris to see my stepmother Marie-Laure is short and, as always, filled with exhibitions and of course good food and champagne. The first ones are at the Musée des Arts Décoratifs, starting with an exhibition of Jacques-Émile Ruhlmann, an icon of Art Deco, who triumphed at the 1925 Exhibition. Although he is famous for his luxurious furniture, his passion for decorative motifs is less known. This exhibition only covered his textile design, no furniture. Due to the small intimate size of the exhibition, we spent longer admiring each item. Unlike when one visits places like the Louvre or the Hermitage where the sheer size of the rooms and the number of artworks can become overwhelming and you end up glancing or walking past the majority. One surprising addition were 2 sketch books of Jacques-Emile Ruhlmann’s which we could flick through.
With Marie-Laure Novel section at the Printemps, ParisJacques-Emile Ruhlmann’s Danderlion wallpaperJacques-Emile Ruhlmann’s sketch book
We made the most to admire some early 20th century jewellery in another exhibition next door and especially some art deco masterpieces.
Lalique combLalique brooch
The only Australian one displayed was this…
Anna Darven’s 3 brooches
I get Anna Darven’s message relating to British colonisation and Australia’s iconic indigenous animals holding decapitated heads of introduced species – I was surprised that this was the only Australian inclusion in this display, so different to all the rest.
And finally, David Hockney, 25 – David Hockney’s largest ever exhibition, taking over the entire Louis Vuitton exhibition space, concentrates on his past 25 years, spent mainly in Yorkshire, Normandy, and London.
A huge room is dedicated to 220 small iPad paintings he made for friends during Covid to lift their spirits, telling them “Remember, they can’t cancel spring”.
David Hockney’s largest piece in 50 canvasses – Bigger trees near WarterDavid Hockney’s 220 for 2020 iPad paintings
As you may know, I recently finished my last project a few weeks ago. Coincidentally, one of my colleagues Mon was going to be in Paris at the same time as us so we just had to meet up in front of the Eiffel Tower and take a photo for our team, followed by a glass of champagne of course.
We were both glad we finished the project but also grateful we did it with the team we had and the dear friends they became.
Our time in Paris flew by. It was good to return to my father’s grave for the first time since his funeral exactly a year ago and help my stepmother plant some fresh flowers. A good way to end our Paris trip.
Back to my sister overnight for a quick repack for niece-to-be’s hen do. A hosted murder mystery is planned and we are each given our roles a week before the event. So much thought and planning had gone into that week end, held in a massive stunning converted barn in Kent, it was worthy of quietly making the effort into finding the right outfit. But didn’t anyone about it. I couldn’t wait to see my sister and nieces reaction! It was worth it from their screams:
How it started and continued all eveningEddie and PatsyEddie and DollyEddie, Patsy, Cruella, Dolly and Emma
What a fantastic week end! The best hen do I have ever been to. With so many fun and also thoughtful activities.
Visited my mum again then headed to Anthony’s sister Tansy for a few days and lots more chats and meals together. Streak and Storm are stored nearby and we waste no time in collecting them. What do we have in all those bags?! Packing always takes ages as we sort and cull and fix.
Seized lock is being dealt withHaving fun overtaking a gleaming Airstream
What an amazing time we’ve had with everyone, lucky with superb warm weather and our tight timeframe seeing everyone working out perfectly.
And just like that, with time flying by, it was time to say goodbye until we meet up again mid June for the most anticipated wedding and we set off on Streak and Storm loaded and ready for our next road trip, heading for Portsmouth and a ferry to Bilbao.
Doha, a city less than on tenth the size of Ho Chi Minh City where we have just come from is a perfect mid point stop over to London. But it is much more than a convenient stop over point to avoid jetlag before we get to our family in the UK.
First, our journey over to Doha. With Anthony’s judicious use of points, and my Virgin status thanks to my flying up to Cairns for the past 19 months, we are sitting at the pointy end of this HCMC-Doha Qatar flight. The food menu, the selection of wines and the service are all impressive. We both particularly enjoyed the French 2016 Chateau Cantermerle red. What a contrast arriving in Doha to our Ho Chi Minh experience. No queuing for 2 hours to get through immigration but a swift pass through a private lounge and we’re out in the taxi just 30’ after landing!!
Qatar Airways business class – very nice!
Doha has metamorphasised since I was first there in 2005! There was one international hotel back then – the Sheraton, with its funky design. The Sheraton was widely recognized as a symbol of the Doha Corniche’s development. It also catalyzed the creation of a new central business district called Al Dafna built on dredged land in the 1980s. It is still there, but totally surrounded now by much taller modern buildings and apparently refurbished inside.
We get to our hotel which I picked for its location close to a number of cultural museums I have been looking forward to visiting. We get the usual super friendly Arabic welcome and an added surprise – we have been upgraded to a studio for the next three nights! The bathroom is 3 times the size of ours at home!! Very nice!
Another welcome hotel upgrade
I cannot wait to discover the National Museum of Qatar close by, affectionately known as the Desert Rose for obvious reasons when you see it. In the words of the architect Jean Nouvel:
“The National Museum of Qatar is dedicated to the history of Qatar. Symbolically, its architecture evokes the desert, its silent and eternal dimension, but also the spirit of modernity and daring that have come along and shaken up what seemed unshakeable. So, it’s the contradictions in that history that I’ve sought to evoke here. I wanted to create a structure that evoked the local geography and, in keeping with the tradition of the place, to ensure that it offers maximum protection from the sun.”
The sun is going to be setting in an hour so no time to linger in our luxury appartment right now and perfect to admire Jean Nouvel’s creation in changing light. It is closed today but we’ll be visiting it tomorrow. We’ll just enjoy the outside architectuee for now.
National Museum of QatarNational Museum of QatarNational Museum of QatarNational Museum of QatarNational Museum of QatarNational Museum of Qatar
After a leisurely breakfast and a washing load (the apartment has a washer/dryer!) we decide to walk to the Falcon Souq (market). There are very few pedestrians out as it is hot already!! We wend our way to the souq, through the Souq Wakif Park first, and after first stopping for an unexpected sight. The Palace Guard is out, lined up outside Amiri Diwan, which is the administrative office of the Ruler of Qatar.The Amiri Diwan is the seat of rule of the State of Qatar. It is the sovereign body and the administrative office of HH The Amir. It acts as a nexus between His Highness and all governmental and non-governmental bodies internally and externally. The Palace Guard used to ride the most special and majestic camels, patrolling the area in order to protect their Emir (ruler). Today, they are all lined up, happy enough for us and the 3 other visitors around to take photos. The guards eventually dismount, the guard nearest me and his camel exchange a kiss, and the whole group eventually leave the park and make their way back to the royal stables, a man diligently following behind, sweeping the road of any camel “gift”.
Qatari flags outside the National Museum of QatarSouq WaqifQatar Royal Guard“Give me a kiss” – Qatar Royal GuardDoha business centre skyline
After this unexpected spectacle, we continue our way to the Falcon hospital and falcon souq. We know we are in the right area when we come across two men each holding their falcons. We approach each one and they kindly accept we ask questions about their birds and ask whether we can take photos. They have just come from the falcon hospital, one Qatari actually holding syringes of medication for his 15 year old falcon.
Just back from the falcon hospital Qatari with his falcon
The falcon is the national bird of Qatar. With almost 8 times better vision than the sharpest of human eyesight, falcons silently swoop down as soon as they’ve spotted their prey. The qualities of this wild bird launched the tradition of hunting fresh meat to augment the nutrition of desert nomads, over 5000 years ago in Iran and was spread across the Middle Eastern countries over centuries. The bond created between the bird and its trainer always results in a great hunting partnership. This solitary bird educates patience, endurance, self-reliance, and valour among other things to its falconers. associated with wealth and nobility, for owning a healthy falcon is an affluent and time-consuming proposition. These formidable hunters generally have a lifespan of 12-15 years.
The Peregrine falcon is the fastest recorded animal in the world with a flight speed of up to 389km/242 miles per hour.
We make our way to the falcon hospital next – the reception has one falcon waiting its turn, perched on one of the many perches. Behind reception is an xray on some poorly falcon being examined.
There is small museum which visit and try and learn as much as we can. Walking around the reception area, we notice the pharmacy area and and automatic falcon medication vending machine.
Flow the falcon foot prints to the hospitalDoha Falcon Hospital ReceptionFalcon hospital medicine vending machine
One of the receptionists notice our keen interest and asks if we’d like to visit the hospital and takes us around. It is the low season so there are no falcon being operated on right now but he takes around all the rooms, explains the history and physical capabilities of these magnificient birds and explains how they replace feathers. Fascinating.
Analysing xrays and specimensDoha Falcon Hospital – each feather is numbered
This falcon hospital is run by the government, which tends and cures injured falcons. There are also more expensive private falcon hospitals. It is like our medical health, pay more if you want your bird seen to sooner.
After our wonderful private tour, we head off to the souq. I am not sure how many stores there are in the area but easily a couple of dozen stores dedicated to falconery parafanalia, falconery camping equipment and even falcon sales. As it is the off season, the sale is on and you can buy an older falcon for just a few thousand dollars. The new season with younger fresher birds starts up again in August. It was interesting to hear that most birds come from Germany, a cooler and better climate for breeding. We are told some birds easily reach US$275000.
Doha Falcon Souq
After returning to our hotel for a rest, we head out again around 5pm to visit the National museum. The inside architecture does not disappoint.
Inside the National Museum of QatarInside the National Museum of Qatar
On our 2nd day, we head to the Islamic Art Museum, via the flag plaza. Interesting to notice someone obviously removed the US flag and tied it up close to the ground…. No doubt a reaction to the recent political events…
Who removed the US flag?…
We are lucky that the Islamic Art museum is currently showing the results of the Al-Ragim International Calligraphy Competition, an international event organized by the Qatar Ministry of Endowments (Awqaf) and Islamic Affairs, in collaboration with the Museum of Islamic Art. The competition was designed to feature five distinct Arabic calligraphy scripts: Thumuth, Naskh, Nastaliq, Kufic and Diwani, each one with a jeli, or larger and decorative version.
Museum of Islamic Art, Doha
The Thuluth script, developed in the 10th century, is celebrated for its graceful, flowing form with curved and oblique lines, earning it the title “mother of all scripts.” Its name, meaning “one-third” in Arabic, refers to the slanted proportion of each letter. This scripts versatility enabled calligraphers to craft intricate compositions, particularly in Jali Thuluth, which was widely used in architectural inscriptions.
Thuluth script
The Naskh script, developed in the 10th century, is renowned for its legibility and balanced proportions. Its clarity made it ideal for transcribing the Qur’an and various manuscripts.
Naskh script
The Nastaliq script, developed in the late 14th century, is attributed to Mir ‘Ali Tabrizi (active circa 1370-1410). He refined existing scripts to create a fluid and elegant style, becoming the standard for Persian calligraphy. As Persian became the official court language of the Persianate world, Nastalia flourished as the primary script for chancery documents as well as poetry, embodying the beauty of Persian literature.
Nast’liq script
The Kufic script, one of the earliest forms of Arabic calligraphy, emerged in the 8th century, deriving its name from the city of Kufa in Iraq. Characterized by its angular, geometric letterforms with straight lines and sharp angles, as well as the absence of diacritical marks, it was extensively used for transcribing Quranic manuscripts and adorning architectural monuments. Over time, Kufic evolved into various styles, including foliated, knotted, and square Kufic, each distinguished by unique decorative elements. The oldest known inscription in an Islamic monument, using this script, adorns the interior of the Dome of the Rock in Jerusalem, dating to 691-692.
Kufic script
The Diwani script, developed during the early Ottoman period, was used for official state documents and valued for its intricate features and confidentiality. It reached its peak under Sultan Süleyman the Magnificent (r. 1520-1566). In the 16th century, the embellished Diwani Jali variant emerged, known for its dense, ornate style, making it difficult to read and preventing forgery. Only specialized calligraphers could decipher it.
Diwani scriptDiwani script
I wonder which is your fabourite.
I was particularly taken by the Diwani script.
What a fabulous and informative exhibition.
In the evening, we head to the Katara Cultural village. Maybe we did not give it the time it deserves, but I felt it was one huge fantasy luxury area. Not our thing but it was impressive to be able to sit outside for a well deserved drink in the high 30 degrees and feeling cool from the outside airconditioning coming through vents in the ground!!
Katara Cultural villageView from Katara amphitheatre towards Doha
We took the metro there and back and accidentally ended up in the gold class section – once in, we couldn’t get out and move to the normal class!!
Oops – didn’t mean to be in the Gold Class section
As you can tell, we had a fabulous time in Doha. These hops since Brisbane have been great to slowly deal with jetlag. Now for one last flight before we get to see family!!
While we tend to shy away from organised tours and do our own thing (the last time we tried this, we got off the bus on a city tour at the second stop!), we have decided to take a day tour down to the Mekong Delta. This will give us an opportunity to see a little beyond the centre of Ho Chi Min City in the short time we are here.
Anne has chosen a more up market tour (smaller number of tourists), costing only AUD 75 each for the whole day. Our mini bus reflects this with business class type seats. As usual, I have no idea where we are going, Anne does the excellent organising in country, my job is the flights getting us there, but it will give us a glimpse of the countryside outside Ho Chi Min.
An early start at 07:30 and we are off. We are a group of 9, us from Australia and two parties from the Philippines. So luckily for me English is a common language so our guide can talk to all of us more easily.
An hour and a half later after passing many rice fields looking to being close to harvesting, we arrive in My Tho, a small town on the banks of the Mekong delta. After the narrow, broken and moped covered pavements/sidewalks we notice those in My Tho are wide, paved and moped free.
Farmers wish to be buried on their own land.
We arrive at the tourist ferry terminal. Here, a procession of small ferries whisk tour groups away across the one of the five arms of the Mekong Delta. The river’s colour is a muddy brown caused by all the sediment that washes down the river and provides the nutrients for each year’s crops. We join No. 11 which will be our boat for the day. Assuming the numbering of the boats is sequential then based on numbers we have seen 86 being the highest, there may be literally dozens and dozens of these boats out on the river. How crowded with tourists will the places we visit be?
That is a lot of boats. Pushing the boat out.The mighty Mekong river, very muddy.
Our first stop on Thoi Son island introduces us to locally made honey and royal jelly which tastes delicious and while happy to hold a swarm of docile bees on a frame, when later offered a very fat and rather shabby and well worn looking python to wear, we say “No Thanks”. Cannot be good for the snake to be handled that often by so many people. As we walk around the village, I realise that there are multiple paths that allow the tour guides to avoid each other which answers my previous question on crowding. The houses seem very plain, but we are told that, because of typhoons, some people are reluctant to spend money on something that may be destroyed.
Anyone for bee keeping?
Off again across the river passing large barges, waiting for the high tide to proceed further upriver our guide tells us. We arrive a Tan Thach and get shown how they produce coconut milk, well for tourists anyway. Saw an interesting technique for getting coconut out of the shell what looks easy but is probably quite hard.
Making coconut milk and shredded coconut.
Now us three men are offered snake wine, no not the same snake from our last stop, but a smaller and really dead one. I plan to decline, but the healing properties mentioned may assist in the recovery from prostate surgery, so here goes. Not going to become my favourite drink but we will see on the other matter.
Into the back of a tuk tuk type vehicle and we are whisked off to a copious lunch, but first we are going on a punt amongst the trees. Anne and I have our own punt and are gently propelled upstream amongst the bamboo and other green leafy trees hanging over the water.
Heading up river on a punt.The local filling station for boats.
Back to our No. 11 boat by motorised punt and we have had our fifth form of transport today. We return to the tourist ferry terminal at My Tho and then get to go to the Vĩnh Tràng Pagoda to see the three large Buddha statues. The Buddha statues tower over the pagoda complex which was built in the 1850’s. Inside the the temple, it is very peaceful with worshipers moving quietly from statue to statue bowing in front of each one paying their respects. One does not want to take photographs and we quietly leave the temple.
It is fascinating when we do a little research to try and understand what we have seen or gather the history for a site we have visited. Take Buddhism, I know little about the subject but just looking up information on the three Buddha statues, seated standing and lying down it seems that the position of the hands can have different meanings. I could keep reading but would never get this blog finished. Research in my childhood was much simpler. Find the encyclopaedia Britannica and copy the information out. The world wide web has made research more interesting, varied but time consuming to understand, collate and distill.
My limited research has led me to believe that the seated Buddha symbolises the Buddha’s enlightenment, as he attained enlightenment while sitting under the Bodhi tree , or the past. The standing Buddha indicates the Buddha’s readiness to assist all sentient beings – representing the present, and the reclining Buddha symbolises the Buddha’s final moments before passing away into Nirvana, the future.
On our return to Ho Chi Min City, we find a nearby vegetarian restaurant with an interesting history and excellent food. It was started by a couple who had made hundreds of meals a day at home for doctors and nurses during the COVID pandemic and the food was so well received that they were encouraged into the restaurant industry. Its a great story and even better food, so give it a go – Rau Oi Cuisine.
Delicious vegetarian meal at Rau Oi. Alfred, co owner of Rai Oi
Tomorrow, we fly to Doha for three nights. We have enjoyed our stay in Ho Chi Min city even though we were taking it easy and saw a fraction of what the city has to offer.