Yes, that's a giant vat of boiling oil in the middle of a boat. At what must be floating market rush hour, the canal gets jammed with these boats, their skippers poking and hooking the others with long curved sticks (pulling potential customers closer, of course). You know, I just need a solid hour to sit down and write about all the sensual aspects of it: the shouts, the miasma of fried and boiled deliciousness, the sound of water lapping at the stone steps. At this rate I'll be back to Thailand before I deliver the promised blog post.
In the meantime, I've joined Twitter. 140 characters a pop? I can commit. Check me out: @MLabrise.
