Yesterday I had to get up early and drag myself to Bangkok. Felt like death driving there, and after a frustrating six hour condo management committee meeting, and then driving back; I felt even more like death and retired to bed in a state of complete exhaustion with added coughing.
This morning I awoke at 0800 feeling substantially refreshed and, for the first time in a week, in the mood to actually do something. Luckily, my return to life coincided with a day off work for she who must be obeyed; so when she suggested we go and photograph some dried squid, I happily said “yes”, rather than coming out with a more obvious “why?”.
This dry squid outing has been on the cards for a while and I know not why; but off we went and eventually found a place with tonnes of squid and a few kilos of fish laid out in the sun to dry.
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The smell was strong, but that didn’t seem to worry the flies.
The squid and fish spend a whole day being dried by the sun and being tenderised by fly feet; before being hauled off the frame and sold as a tasty snack.
Naturally, she who must be obeyed felt obliged to purchase the contents of the basket; but it was stored in the back of the truck and given to the condo maid before the contents had a chance to assault my nostrils or her stomach.
For reasons that are still unclear, she who must be obeyed wandered around to take some photos. Thought I might as well do the same; all very forgettable though. except perhaps the last one.
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2011-12-22| genuinej saysIs there a “squid pro quo” lurking in there somewhere?
2011-12-23| Grant saysProbably. They appear to be our punishment for alleged excessive whinging about polo ponies…
2011-12-23| biggrtiggr saysor a lurking sick thousand squid i owe you?