This is a Mars bar we bought in the quaint town of Ban Tanthi (one of two Ban Tanthi’s, confusingly located three kilometers apart from each other). As you can tell from the image, it doesn’t look exactly fresh. Ban Tanthi is far away from any road, so everything has to be carried in by manpower.
I ate my half with gusto, but Wifey ungratefully decided to leave her part in a bin outside our bedroom door. Some time after midnight, we heard rats rustling around in the bucket, fighting ferociously over this yummy scrap.
Curiously, in the end the rats opted to not eat their Mars bar.
I felt fine. Honestly!
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