Day 6
Finally have a few hours of rest to work on this.
There’s always somewhere to eat. Feel like I’ve been running a marathon with my stomach. Walked around the RaoHe night market last night, a grungy arcade of lights and smells.
You can find anything here, all kinds of goods both genuine and knock off, if you’re willing to brave to waves of stinky tofu. How to describe the smell? A few adjectives come to mind but inevitably fall short. Fetid, rotten, like old gym socks filled with last night’s vomit. It’s worth it though, to make it to the glorious boba milk tea menu. The best goddamn drink in the goddamn world.
I’ll take the taro, thanks, but I’ll be back for them all. Not everything here is for everyone though. There’s bound to be a few controversial delicacies around the corner.
