Breakfast of delicious noodles up the road from our guest house at a streetside restaurant (a small cart setup just inside someone’s entryway, and a few tables), followed by fancy coffee at another place (which cost 2x what the noodles had been)
We had made arrangements for a cooking class in the morning. When the car didn’t show up at our guest house as expected, J figured out how to use the lobby phone to call the company. “Car trouble,” they told her. It’ll be there soon. We speculated that they had forgotten about us (or hadn’t been told?), but in any case, a few minutes later, a taxi showed up along with a girl who had us join her. They drove us to the market, where we (she) shopped for ingredients for our class.
Then, over to a small motor boat on the river, which then transferred us to even smaller, round bamboo boats which took us through some pain fronds and to our cooking school. Rub a dub dub…
At the cooking class, they showed us how they used to make rice milk and rice paper sheets (before there were machines to do it all). Then, over to our stations. We made fresh spring rolls (2 kinds), crispy rice pancake (yellow from turmeric, not eggs!), a beef noodle salad, and pho. All were quite delicious.
After lunch, we were taken back into town by mini bus, and got let out in the old city. It was a much hotter, sunny day, and great for walking around. I did some shopping (or looking, anyway) at some art galleries and shops. I stopped for a cold coconut and a neighborhood dog kept watch nearby.