the contents of a dish are not always in the name

I saw a t-shirt in a Japanese restaurant before I left on this trip last October that said, “I travel to eat” and thought, that’s me! But Taiwan had not met my expectations in the eating department. My best Taiwanese meal had been the cheapest when I visited a night market.

Gongguan Night Market

Taipei’s Gongguan Night Market was not a huge market, but it was the closest to my hotel and I’d missed the experience in Seoul because I’d only stayed in South Korea’s capital a couple of nights.

Tamsui’s historic road?

Zhongshang Road claimed to have a number of “old” sites. Apart from Fuyou Temple, I didn’t see much that resembled Tamsui’s old history. In fact, Tamsui, part of New Taipei City, shone with newness while many of Taipei’s buildings needed a pressure washer.

A Japanese food feast

I recently saw someone wearing a t-shirt that read, “I travel to eat.” And that is definitely me too.

A Japanese art form

It wasn’t until this trip to Japan that I realised there was another artistic expression rather than those in art galleries, spray painted on public walls or in fabric designs —food.

Submerged in the tastes of Singapore

I may have gorged myself on South Indian food every morning and night during my last visit to Singapore, but the city had more to offer, so I set aside part of the day to try Chinese or Malay dishes.

South Melbourne Markets

Markets anywhere offer an insight into the foods worth savouring. South Melbourne Markets were no exception. From the freshest vegetables, fish or meats to curry leaves, these markets had it all.

Return to Singapore’s Little India

Some how this area of Singapore always draws me back. The lively atmosphere at night and the colourful buildings by day are a plus, but the real reason is Komola Vilas.

Cheese World

Just out of Warnambool was the perfect place to visit if you love dairy. We drove past dairy cows grazing over pastures when stainless steel milk silos came in sight. We knew we’d return the next day to Cheese World, opposite the silos.

A Chili Timeout

I posted earlier that life without chilies was impossible. For me it was true, but there was a time in Dar es Salaam when I was forced to give them up.