The coffee at the hotel sucks. They should really change their silly machines which break down every other day. The cappuccino is made up of more milk than coffee. I'm forced to look for coffee outside of the hotel. The coffee served at the cafes dotting the city is much better. And luckily, the black coffee served at meetings work fine too.
There're many sidewalk cafes around the city and the provinces. Chilling out is quite the thing to do here. But, you'll have to try hard to ignore traffic dust and noise, including sewer stink at times. At cafes where there're no mozzies, we sit outside. The weather's great. Why not. I think we've been so cooped up in rooms that we simply ask for outdoor sitting each time we saunter into a cafe.
The closest to a flat white that I can find here is a café au lait , or as the language calls it, café con leche. Otherwise, I'll just stick to their cortado- black coffee with a dash of milk. I'm quite happy with it. It does give me the much needed caffeine. I'm careful not to drink it in the afternoons though. It's so strong that it can keep me awake past 2am, and I need to sleep!
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i learn to be not fussy about my cuppa when i travel. so when i can get a good cuppa, it just means that much more because i did not expect it :)good psychological defensive strategy or what? heheh
sinlady: i don't care! I still DEMAND for good coffee. :P But yes, I've learnt to expect less though.
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