Pho for Fun

Our elevated adrenaline levels combined with a few hours of jet lag defied all normal circadian rhythms so there was no incentive to end the evening early. Reunited (and it feels so good) with my buddies called for an adventure, even if it was of miniture proportions. Eddie, Andrew and I decided it was time for street food. Luckily I knew just the place: a local haunt that served up hot vermicelli beef soup.

Along the way, we met Kin, a young boy selling cigarrettes far past a reasonable bedtime hour for any boy his age. We invited him to join us and he happily fell in step. His infectious giggles harmonized well with Andrew's novice slurping.