Speaking of Blackouts
So I was halfway through episode two, and my worst fears were realized: the flippin' computer shut off for no apparent reason. Luckily I hadn't written that much. But I was discouraged enough to wait until today and so here we go again.
Bryson Ate Bugs!!
This actually occurred the evening before the events relayed on my last post. We had decided to have dinner in downtown Lamai, which turned out to be sot of a hooker-haven: pink lights everywhere. There was one outdoor club that was really a series of nine or twelve bars built to look like bungalows, with a girl dancing on a pole in each one. Extremely popular, as you might assume.
After a dinner of steamed sweet and sour snapper (yum), we somehow ended up across from this club, among a clump of food carts and stalls posed opposite the free show. While Bryson was gazing you-know-where, I was itemizing the food carts. Suddenly I saw it. . .
. . . the deep fried bug cart.
"Eeeuww," I said to Bryson. "Bugs." That got his attention. The guy was selling deep fried water bugs, grasshoppers, mole crickets, normal crickets, silk worms, and pork. Naturally I dared Bryson to try something. But instead of turning away, he expressed a level of tentative interest. I goaded him on, and when we finally walked away, he got up the nerve to walk back. The merchant was pretty good-natured about it. I'm sure that kind of thing had happened before, and besides, you have to be pretty indigent to be selling deep fried bugs out of a pushcart in the first place.
When he cracked the legs and wings off a grasshopper and handed it over, Bryson popped it right into his mouth. Together, they went down the line: silkworm, cricket, mole cricket. No waterbugs, because they were huge and the guy probably wasn't sure if we were going to pay him. For bug-lovers, his price was 20 baht, or fifty cents, for a bag of one's chosen crawly thing with chile and lime sauce added.
I can't say I wasn't proud. Although sure, I was disgusted, especially when he spoke of the silkworm's repugnant aftertaste. But mostly proud. Afterwards, I bought him a popsicle.
So I was halfway through episode two, and my worst fears were realized: the flippin' computer shut off for no apparent reason. Luckily I hadn't written that much. But I was discouraged enough to wait until today and so here we go again.
Bryson Ate Bugs!!
This actually occurred the evening before the events relayed on my last post. We had decided to have dinner in downtown Lamai, which turned out to be sot of a hooker-haven: pink lights everywhere. There was one outdoor club that was really a series of nine or twelve bars built to look like bungalows, with a girl dancing on a pole in each one. Extremely popular, as you might assume.
After a dinner of steamed sweet and sour snapper (yum), we somehow ended up across from this club, among a clump of food carts and stalls posed opposite the free show. While Bryson was gazing you-know-where, I was itemizing the food carts. Suddenly I saw it. . .
. . . the deep fried bug cart.
"Eeeuww," I said to Bryson. "Bugs." That got his attention. The guy was selling deep fried water bugs, grasshoppers, mole crickets, normal crickets, silk worms, and pork. Naturally I dared Bryson to try something. But instead of turning away, he expressed a level of tentative interest. I goaded him on, and when we finally walked away, he got up the nerve to walk back. The merchant was pretty good-natured about it. I'm sure that kind of thing had happened before, and besides, you have to be pretty indigent to be selling deep fried bugs out of a pushcart in the first place.
When he cracked the legs and wings off a grasshopper and handed it over, Bryson popped it right into his mouth. Together, they went down the line: silkworm, cricket, mole cricket. No waterbugs, because they were huge and the guy probably wasn't sure if we were going to pay him. For bug-lovers, his price was 20 baht, or fifty cents, for a bag of one's chosen crawly thing with chile and lime sauce added.
I can't say I wasn't proud. Although sure, I was disgusted, especially when he spoke of the silkworm's repugnant aftertaste. But mostly proud. Afterwards, I bought him a popsicle.
posted by Kirsten Hubbard at 6:13 PM
2 Comments:
If you're afraid of losing your posts, you should save to draft every so often. Also, compared to hot-dog-flavored cheetos, silkworms don't sound so bad.
i have to say.....i'm a bad vegetarian, i ate two kinds of bugs in Mexico. one was a cricket (the first time with cheese, i spit it out, it was so gross. the second time i actually finished it). the second one was a bug whose name i can never remember.....my parents and Tonio's sister ate one with me. it tasted like perfume! i can't say i'm a person who won't try anything once, though!
= ashley =
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