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Do you smell that . Motorbike exhaust, fish sauce, incense, the faraway smell of something . Is that Pork Grilling over charcoal . Vietnam. It could be no place else. Listen to me. Listen to me. There is no other way to see this city, hanoi, than from a motorbike or a scooter. To do otherwise would be to miss it all. It is one of the great pleasures of my life to join the river of people rushing through the streets. Vietnam. It grabs you and doesnt let you go. Once you love it, you love it forever. Ive been coming here since 2000, the first time id been in this part of the world, and its held a special place in my heart and my imagination since. I keep coming back, i have to. Vietnam has changed since last time i was here. Its changing every minute. But some things, for now, anyway, remain the same. Important things, like this stuff. Thats going to be good bun oc, first meal in hanoi, and its something they do here better than anywhere else. Okay. Im officially in hanoi now. Mm. Magic.
peru is a country that s historically driven men mad, mad for gold, for coca, for its magical, ancient history. but now, there s something else drawing outsiders to its hidden mountain valleys. we love this stuff. we obsess about it, gorge on it, and fetishize it. i m talking about chocolate. once a common treat, it s now becoming as nuanced as fine wine, making the pursuit of the raw, good stuff all the more difficult. i m joining that hunt in remotest peru, but not before i ve re-immersed myself in the booming lima food scene. i took a walk through this beautiful world. felt the cool rain on my shoulder. found something good in this beautiful world. i m in peru with this guy, eric ripert. the guy was looking at us. he went into the tree. that s funny. chef of the world-famous restaurant, le bernardin, in new york, to look at where chocolate comes from, particularly our chocolate. so that s why we re in peru. but before we get all indiana jones, we re spending so
i will never be young again or any younger than i am today. i will never be faster or more flexible. i will never win competitions against 22-year-old wrestlers in my weight class. i will never be a black belt. none of those things will happen, but none of that matters anymore. i took a walk through this beautiful world felt the cool rain on my shoulder found something good in this beautiful world i felt the rain getting colder san francisco is changing. we all know it. you can t stop it. were you born here? yeah, both generations of my grandparents are from san francisco. my dad s side came out after the gold rush, so came here in the 1850s. author john birdsall grew up in this town, and he s a close observer of the changes happening here. you know, when i first came out to san francisco, i was making all the same sort of tired jokes that everybody from new york that comes out to san francisco the first time makes. you know, i thought it was all