Just when we start to feel that we’re street-vendor-food-ordering-pros, we’re served this: boiled pig intestine noodle soup.
In retrospect, a few things would have tipped us off that this was not our kind of lunch spot – had we ANY wits about us when we were ordering.
-
There was absolutely no one eating at their food stall.
-
The woman we ordered from laughed really hard at us.
What does 10 months of traveling do for a nasty situation like this? It helps you scoot those intestine slices to the side to get to the noodles – which is exactly what we did.
No related posts.
Related posts brought to you by Yet Another Related Posts Plugin.
This entry was posted
on Wednesday, February 24th, 2010 at 8:21 am and is filed under Myanmar (Burma).
You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0 feed.
You can leave a response, or trackback from your own site.
You know the saying, “to fly by the seat of your pants?” Well, that's been our philosophy for most of our adult lives – before and after meeting, falling in love and marrying. We're now taking that idea on an extended round-the-world trip. Follow us as we share the good, the bad and the downright nasty of life on the road.
