Vietnam.
Same coffee, but whitened with condensed milk, sometimes iced. Thoroughly enjoyable either way.
Same spring rolls, but wrapped in rice paper.
Same stalactites and stalagmites, but so much bigger than I've ever seen, in caves named 'Amazing' and 'Surprise'. The surprise was the source of humankind.
Same Latin script, but not a single recognizable word. Well, recognizable if pronounced, but what would 'Bich Lap' or 'Phuoc Long' mean?
Same pieces of paper, but spent in millions of dongs. A significant amount of time went into wondering if we were actually paying a reasonable amount of something we were buying - I mean, is it reasonable for dinner to cost millions?
Same sounds of war (probably), but now made by tourists shooting AK-47s and M-16s.
Same tunnels, but no longer used by rebels, just by well-fed visitors.
Same taxis, but some of them have meters that run at five times the speed. I think we were taking for a ride in just one of those.
Same ancient Hindu temples, but pockmarked with bullet holes. The ruins at My Son are relics of a Cham civilization that thrived for many hundreds of years.
Same communism, but you wouldn't know it, apart from the blocking of facebook.
Same international apparel brands, but available at two different prices - the brand price, and the locally made price. The quality is still excellent though.
Same songs, but covered in an undecipherable accent.
Same secret war strategy room, but now a family shrine to the man who ran 'Pho Binh' right under the American noses through the war. The chairs on which the leaders of the Viet Cong planned their attacks on the Americans are still there.
Same En Chiang though. No matter that they thought I was Vietnamee.
