Xin Chào from Đà Lạt,
What thought process leads to the idea that you can make coffee out of beans after they have been through an animal? (??!!)
We are in Đà Lạt for a weekend, looking for another patch of a fascinating country (me) and cooler weather (Linda). On the way to a visit to a big waterfall, there’s a suggested stop: a nice café overlooking a lovely lake, a break in the journey, do you need a rest? You get the picture. It turns out this is the café where they serve weasel coffee. Eh?
This is a conundrum I can’t quite fathom. But anyway, we are stopped and sitting expectantly in the well-patronised outdoor terrace. Linda promises opaquely that she will look after the orders and she won’t tell me whether I have consumed this weasel coffee or not. Report to dear reader: I really don’t want to know but I’m confident it tastes the same.
So, what are we paying for here? Maybe it’s the extra step in the production process (as witnessed by the sleeping weasels in the boxes downstairs). Or is it the maintenance of the weasels. Perhaps it’s a marketing trick.
The biggest attraction in Đà Lạt is possibly the Botanic Garden. Linda didn’t quite know where to look – either for colours or for superlatives. This is a place where flowers grow anywhere – not merely in a manufactured spot like Botanic Gardens. Đà Lạt is the source of most of Việt Nam’s cut flowers – it’s a short journey for them down to the city (Ho Chi Minh City) for the markets. How about I let the flowers show themselves here.
Hẹn gặp lại from Đà Lạt