Our travelling companion is quite seasoned and seems to have friends dotted all over the world. We had arranged to meet up in the afternoon at the local museum. Taking advantage of old friends catching up, the youngster and I headed off to the café whilst the pair toured through the museum. In the café we were greeted by the smell of coffee, but the taste of the local milk had not yet grown on me. We did see some local toasted buns, so we ordered one each and sat down to wait.
I am really not sure what we were expecting, but a bread roll with butter and condensed milk spread on top was a bit of a surprise. There were giggles all round as we tucked into them. Of course the youngster needed to visit the bathroom, as with most establishments in life. I know it is politically incorrect around the world to whip out your camera in the bathroom, but check out these toilet doors!
Vicki of course new all the good spots to eat, and I was somewhat excited about not having Japanese for dinner. I do love going into a restaurant and seeing it packed out with locals, it is a good sign that the food is great. Vicki was in charge of the menu, and we were soon surrounded by an amazing smorgasbord of delights. The sweet and sour pork was out of this world, as was the youngster's and my use of chopsticks.
With the friends deciding to take another stroll along the harbour, we bid them farewell and headed back to the hotel, bed and resting our weary legs.
I am really not sure what we were expecting, but a bread roll with butter and condensed milk spread on top was a bit of a surprise. There were giggles all round as we tucked into them. Of course the youngster needed to visit the bathroom, as with most establishments in life. I know it is politically incorrect around the world to whip out your camera in the bathroom, but check out these toilet doors!
Vicki of course new all the good spots to eat, and I was somewhat excited about not having Japanese for dinner. I do love going into a restaurant and seeing it packed out with locals, it is a good sign that the food is great. Vicki was in charge of the menu, and we were soon surrounded by an amazing smorgasbord of delights. The sweet and sour pork was out of this world, as was the youngster's and my use of chopsticks.
With the friends deciding to take another stroll along the harbour, we bid them farewell and headed back to the hotel, bed and resting our weary legs.
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