Ho Chi Minh City, or as it was known before 1975: Saigon is the jam. I really fucking love this place. It’s one of the only true 24 hour cities in the world. Seriously, New York definitely sleeps compared to HCMC. The day we arrived we were exhausted, but agreed to meet a friend for dinner and a quick drink. I planned on being sound asleep by 10 pm. Flash forward hours, and many beers, later, and I’m sitting in a cafe in the center of the city staring at my watch in disbelief. It’s 6am? How the fuck did that happen? The traffic never let up, the street vendors never went home, the bars never closed, and all of the restaurants were still open. Consider my mind blown.
Posts tagged: Beer
In Turkey your beer options are pretty limited. The most common and most popular beer is Efes. It comes in the light and dark varieties, but I prefer the light. In most areas you’ll pay about $3 for a half liter, but it’s quite a bit cheaper in the store. The other beer is Marmara, which I think is a little better in terms of flavor, and costs about the same. There is also a Tuborg brewery in Turkey, but why not drink a Turkish beer?
Really, it’s no body’s business but the Turks. Boom! Didn’t see that joke coming, did you? Istanbul is a pretty great place to spend some time. It’s got it all: one part Europe, one part Asia; the best of the new, and some amazing history.
So we survived the first weekend of Oktoberfest. It was great. Even if you don’t love beer, like I do, you should still go. The opening day we went to the grounds at about 8:00am to try to get a seat in the Augustiner tent, but it was full by the time we got in. We ended up in the outdoor beer garden of another tent, but it was still a great time. Our waitress could carry 10–>
I’m typing this from the Munich train station at 6:30 am local time, and I’m super fucking excited. The only logical explanation: Oktoberfest! Oktoberfest is the world’s largest fair, with about 6 million people coming each year. This year is the 200th anniversary, so it gets a little extra booya.
First, I just want to let everyone know that I’m in love with South Africa. If it was legal to marry a country I would have dropped to a knee and proposed about a week in. It’s a great fucking place. This week I’ll have several posts about traveling in South Africa, but let’s start with the most important info: how to drink like a South African.
If you’re going to Argentina, it’s pretty much a given that you will go to Buenos Aires. This is a good thing, since BA kicks ass. This is, in my opinion, the most European city in South America, with strong Spanish and Italian influence. BA is broken into 48 districts, but you’ll probably stick to 4 or 5. We choose to stay at the Art Factory hostel, located in San Telmo. The hostel was pretty cheap (relatively), and the rooms were nice. The staff is cool, the drinks are pretty cheap, but it kinda attracts some snobby people that think they’re better than you because they chose an artsy hostel, even though you’re staying there too. Most of the people there were cool though.
If you’re going to Argentina, and you like wine, get you ass to Mendoza. Mendoza is the South American wine capitol (but don’t tell the Chileans). The city itself is really nice, and easy to walk through. They have great food, shopping, incredible parks, good weather, and……wait for it………WINE!!!