Female Malé Tale

Malé rises abruptly out of the sea.

So naturally, we went to see the fishermen.

There, was saw some of the same fish as we'd seen underwater.

Tunas and Halfbeaks I think, but my fishdentification skills are terrible

I did identify that in Malé, fishermen are male.

Local fish accompaniments include breadfruit (better than it sounds)

and pretty peppers.

The bananas snuck in by the back door.

Malé is a dry island, so the locals have to make fun in other ways. The Samoa circus is an appropriate prohibition-era gig, complete with Little People clowns.

Other good times: defying the need for stairs.

Barry supported the alternative Power Drink and felt the power.

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Blog Block

I have got blog block.

Surely there must be something clever to say, here, about how my fake Lacoste shirt matches this pile of rusty car parts in downtown Bangkok?

Perhaps how my purse matches these deep fried snack bits? Are they made of fish or donuts?

In the market, multiple types of sea cucumber for sale. When asked, locals have only told me they are delicious because they're very expensive. This is almost as confusing as the difference between a sea slug and a sea cucumber.

After this long in Asia you'd think I'd know what the green chili garlic thingies are for.

And whether the dried dark citruses are for Christmas.

I do know that these are deep fried intestines. Yup, sold by the huge bag.

But we're better at the skills we learnt younger. Except for Scott, who needed some hockey tutoring.

Mike was the real expert - nice flame socks! Nice rink shorts! I missed the hockey tournament, and Barry was sympathetic.