In the morning, we flip-flop to the pavement-level cook shop a half-dozen doors from our hotel. Cooking happens over open flame at the street while…
Today we’re playing Mark Twain. Read slowly, and with a hint of a drawl. We’re sitting on the banks of the Chao Phraya River—it’s warm,…
I have resisted writing about food on this blog. Does the cyber-world really need another person taking wanderlusty pictures of their lunch and writing 500…
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