Whatever that may be.
I’m only in Bangkok for a few hours before it’s sleepytime and then catching a flight to Bali. So I got a room by the airport instead of visiting a friend downtown that I keep seeming to miss in multiple time zones.
So, I went for a stroll to find some street dinner and for some reason got it to go. Maybe because I didn’t (don’t) know exactly what it was, how I’m going to approach eating it, or how I will react to it when it goes down. I mean, it’s not like it’s octopus beaks or anything, I’m just a bit of a sissy. Anthony Bourdain would spit on me if he ever met me. Hopefully it won’t come to that. Unless he also gives me his autograph, then it evens out.