After last night’s expensive meal we needed to save some money so had a laksa and mee from a street stall, this is one of the few times I haven’t really liked the food but as it cost less than 80p for the soup I wasn’t too upset. The laksa was really fishy, too much for me.
We just finish them before we spotted a French cake shop so stopped there as well. 3 meals and barely a vegetable to be seen!!!!! They were exceedingly good almandine and mine was a liqueur soaked mocha cake. Best ever.
Not much got done today, heat and humidity are tiring, we chatted to more people at the hostel and polished up our conversational skills.
Dinner was at another street stall, our German hostel neighbours sat at the next table……What a coincidence! It was cheap and cheerful food, noodles and vegetables (at last).
We completed our tour of an Irish bar in each country we have visited by visiting Debbie’s Place (John, is Debbie moonlighting???). Can of tiger isn’t quite the same as a Guinness from the tap, but we coped.
Got back to ours and the party was in full swing, we met the Swedish contingent, along with the French owners. Other nations arrived later. We sat down and carried on practising our conversational skills, mine ran out much earlier than Guys!