I wasn't brave enough to try the horseshoe crabs. The grey-brown flesh and speckled yellow roe looked too frightening, as well as the fact that Anna said they tasted a bit like mud. We just wandered around for a while, crunching candied crabs, eating pork and lime-leaf dumplings, drinking frozen strawberry smoothies, until we were fit to burst. A karaoke machine had been set up on the side of the canal, and a Thai woman on the bridge just stood there melting while she listened to one particularly impressive singer belt out what could only be a love song. The quality of the singing was, however, variable. It was pretty hard not to laugh out loud while we sat and had a beer for the road. On the way out, I asked for the toilet, and I really wasn't sure whether the lady had understood what I was looking for. Tucked behind a very thin screen was the weirdest-looking urinal I've ever seen. I had visions of the woman walking round the corner to be confronted with the horrible vision of a farang pissing into her prized custom-made sink...
Saturday, 5 February 2011
Amphawa Floating Market
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