Asia

First night in South East Asia and a stroll down Bangkok's streets. Two turns right from the splendour of the Bangkok Palace hotel and every kind of food is being served from moveable carts along a crowded road. Fruit, whole or cut into pleasing shapes, eggs how you want them, strips of strange and suspicious looking pork skin - or something - curls of chicken on wooden skewers. And the longest queue is at the soup stall where the cook has a steaming vat of broth deep inside the cart. From an array of small bowls, the customers select ingredients. You can eat from a large bowl at the makeshift tables or she ladles the mixture into a small plastic food bag for take away - like a fairground win but instead of goldfish, shards of pepper, chilli, pork swimming in the liquid.

Last night in Ho Chi Minh City, steamed dog intestine was on the menu. We ate pho, the national soup and noodles and were glad of an English translation! This morning, all around us people are eating from packets, bowls, at tiny road side tables but nothing that looks familiar or like breakfast. This is an adventure.