Twice a week at the campus I’m staying on they have a night market. Well, that might be overselling it. There’s a strip of food stalls, and a strip of junk for sale that Thai students seem to want to purchase.
For the first time I managed to by dinner at the market entirely in Thai. Rudimentary as it may have been, I was able to actually ask about what I was purchasing rather than just pointing, and found out what it cost instead of just handing over a bill that would cover it. It may the Thai-BBQ chicken taste extra special.
On the chicken front, there are a number of people who’ve stopped eating chicken because of bird flu. One night at the campus restaurant the non-chicken options all sold out. If the food’s cooked it’s fine, the rest of Asia’s eating chicken and it’s only those working with birds that have died, and the pandemic fear comes human-to-human transmission. There’s just no rationality to fear sometimes.
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