That chicken!!!!

We arrived in Qui Nong after travelling accross the central highlands of Vietnam. The weather was cloudy and rained for most of the way. We stood in the shower for about an hour getting rid of all the dust and grime. Qui nong is a little place on the coast. Lot of fishing going on as you can see in the picture. Di is looking out at all the fishing nets and guys paddling round in coracles

You know the old expression "a little knowledge can be dangerous" well i've got another "No knowledge is fatal" Thought we would just waltz into a nearby restaurant, order a meal and sit with the locals.... no problem... there was no English but there were one or two pictures on the menu... easy peasy. Well, I have to say when the silver salver was presented to us with what I can only describe as a chicken autopsy, head, feet and entrails, I started questioning my ability to interpret the vietnamese menu. Me and Diane just lookin from each other to the chickin carnage on a platter. "Sweetheart it's worth it just for the comedy value" was all I could say. I believe the poor rooster had been boiled for about an hour to make it as tough as old leather and then all its entrails were arranged around it. To finish the whole ensemble a bunch of spring onions were thrown loosely on top. Well we pushed it around before convincing ourselves it was a vietnamese conspiracy and we had just been mugged by the Waitress and the chef. We paid up the extortionate bill and left, I'm sure I could hear them cackle as we dissapeared into the drizzly night.