What was going on?
That morning we sweated through 37 degree heat in Nha Trang and within a 5 hour bus ride we were now shivering in 17 degree weather.
We grabbed our warmest clothing and hit the streets to find some food to warm us up on a cold and rainy night.
There was one dish that I was desperate to try – Bo Kho – it looked like it would warm our miserable bones.