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.
At the same market where we had the apam balik, there was a stall where vast jackfruit were being dismantled for sale.
It’s fruit time! You may have been worrying whether I was getting my five-a-day, so let this post reassure you that occasionally I do try to keep it healthy.
I’m sure you can imagine how thrilled I was to see a brand new fruit twinkling away at me on a supermarket shelf, therefore.
The morning after we arrived in New Zealand, we lurched, jet-lagged, down an Auckland street and stumbled into a café for breakfast.
The dawning realisation that my strict food budget really wasn’t going to go that far put a severe downer on proceedings, but I perked up when I saw a bottled smoothie of an unknown fruit for sale.
The cross-section illustration on the label was disturbingly similar to a cucumber, but I was feeling optimistic and took a generous swig.
Our Thai host introduced us to a new kind of fruit recently.
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