Once in Vietnam, our cab driver asked if he could pause at home on the way. We said yes. So he drove home, his wife gave him lunch, we tried it too, met her and

Once in Vietnam, our cab driver asked if he could pause at home on the way. We said yes. So he drove home, his wife gave him lunch, we tried it too, met her and his kids and his friendly half-street-half-pet dogs, and then went back to our hotel. And I still remember it... whereas I cannot remember our other taxi rides!