Fig

In Hanoi where it's cold and damp and I've been forced to buy a coat, beg for blankets and try to avoid showering because the cold hurts my skin.

It can't be more than a teeth-chattering 18 degrees. On reflection it's possible that Cambodia is warping my sense of temperature.

Tonight's evening meal was a ray of warmth. Fig and goat's cheese salad at the best eatery in town. Enjoyed it, and yes I know I've blipped that squiggly thing before.