For just a second, I want to pretend that I “need” to shop in the markets. So many travelers have written about the market culture of south east Asia and elsewhere in the world, but if you haven’t experienced it you can’t quite digest the sense-assaulting experience it really is. Imagine… Stepping of the curb, the ooze from the gutter, a mix of slime and solid matter, sucks up around your flip flop and silently you mutter a prayer it doesn’t breach the rim of the rubber barrier. You can’t look down, because a fraction of a second may mean the end of you life or at least severe damage to a limb by a passing motocyc, truck, or tuk tuk. Listening for traffic is impossible, because it encompasses all your senses…screeching brakes, exploding exhaust pipes,
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