Day 7, Can Tho – Chau Doc

Today before we left town we would visit the Cai Rang Floating Market. We loaded up in the tour boat and headed to the market  . . .

Where Tom wondered if he might be able to cash his Bank of Zimbabwe, 1 hundred trillion dollar note!!!

It was a great experience seeing all the vendors . . .

floating restaurants . . .

and buyers, many of whom were buying veggies and meats for local restaurants.

. . .something for everyone.

Back on shore, we walked through the accompanying land based market . .  .

. . . where first we encountered the veggie section . . .

. . . soon transitioning into the fresh fish section . . .

. . .  and finely the MEAT section . . . where it looked like

. .  . every  cut of meat was available . . .

fresh I’m telling you, presented in a very clean and insect free environment . . . most locals shop everyday for  . . .

. . . everything from the hooves  . . .

. . . the the heads, and everything in between!!!

We had left the land of ‘western toilets’ (except for our hotels) and were in the land of the squatters which are enjoyed by probably 3/4 of the world’s population!!!

Once on the road, we stopped at a local noodle factory  . . . where the rice flour . . .

is mixed with water to create a slurry . . .

which is ladled onto a large cooking surface . . .

. . . and after several minutes,  is retrieved with a bamboo ‘wicket’ . . .


Watch the sweeping action above!!!

and placed on open air mats to dry  . . .

in the sun.

The dried ovals are then run through the slicer and packaged!!


Here Hai and Huey give it a try in the non-motorized mode!!!
 

Back on the road we continued riding though the beautiful and lush rice fields . . .

. . . where every once in a while there was a very fancy entrance gate!

Local traffic . . .

We had hoped to get to the Vietnamese Killing Fields but ran out of time. We did have time to visit the pagoda . . .

. . . and Museum . . .

. . .whee the remains of some of the 3,000 Vietnamese that were slaughtered by Pol Pot remains are kept . . .

. . . quite a moving moment.