Grenouille complet, sans tete.

Or whole frogs.  Apparently the Vietnamese went one better than their French occupiers who would only eat the legs.
Last night saw an incident in the market street whereby a wholly innocent tourist was assaulted by a local reckless scooterist.  Took a bloody great chunk out of my arm, hence the elastoplast.
Early start today to get up to DaNang for the train to Hanoi.  All went perfectly until I checked the train departure time.  Suffice to say I had anticipated the time by 4 hours.  In addition, the taxi journey was quicker than normal and, of course, the train was late, by an hour or so.  Getting good at accepting unavoidable situations, and finding places to eat at odd hours.
Vietnamese love pork.  Extra one just about ready.