Her father always told her, ‘girls don’t sweat, they perspire’. With the sun beating down and the air sticky with humidity, her eyes rolled at the memory of the ever-repeated phase, it was too hot to think how to describe the way her body was reacting to this otherworldly location. The markets were busy and bustling with people, goods, sounds and smells. Oh! the smells were tantalizing. The excitement was palpable as she and her brother sat down at a stall for seafood pho and Bahn mi sandwiches. Across the aisle fresh goods were stacked in woven baskets and along tables; Meyer lemons, finger limes, cumquats, lemon basil, mint, lemon grass, oregano, thyme and many other unknow fruits, vegetables and herbs. Their tummies satiated, the next leg of their journey planned, it was time for a nap in the air-conditioned room, before venturing out after sunset in the pursuit of their next great meal.