There is a substance so noxiously pervasive that car hire agreements, restaurants, hotels, public transport and a multitude of other locations ban it from coming within 1,000 paces.
The substance is durian, an edible fruit with a famously offensive smell. Mmmmmm, sounds delicious.
If that was not enough to put me off, H told me when he first tried it as a youngster in Malaysia, he was instantly and extravagantly sick. Eurk.
It’s a blog first, peeps: I took the photo!
On a phone!
(Which are two reasons why it’s a bit pants.)
I think of juice (in moderation) as something healthy. I’ll glug down some of my favourite Bramley apple, then plonk the glass down with a satisfied thud declaring “that’s one of my five a day”.
But when the juice in question is sugar cane juice, even I begin to have doubts as to whether all juice is such a good thing.
Ah, candy floss. Sticky sickly friend of children and guilty nostalgic treat of adults.
Not in Thailand. Here, candy floss, or something very much like it, is wrapped up in pancakes and devoured by all ages as a toothsome snack.
As much as I enjoy the occasional fish and chips, Thailand beats the battered, breaded and grilled delights of New Zealand or the UK hands-down (for me, at least) with its deep-fried fish.
