We came around the corner in Chiang Mai one day and were faced with something I would hope to see only in a nightmare: A truck full of durian.
A woman was just setting up to sell it, and fortunately she hadn’t cut any yet.
Durian, if you don’t know, is a tropical fruit with a particularly, shall we say, pungent aroma. Kind of like something died. But I’m told it tastes like, well, like something died in your mouth.
But don’t take my word for it. Consider this: In Indonesia, where they like durian, it is illegal to eat any durian product on public transportation. And that’s important enough to them that there are big signs saying so in Indonesian and English at airports.