The Night Market is an interesting place. Brightly lit signs burning through the evening's smog. People selling all kinds of things; food, jewellery, ornaments, trinkets and general tat.
There was a buzz in the air from the general natter, the haggling between customer and trader, and the call outs from staff manning the stalls, trying to entice you to try the weird and wonderful 'food' on offer.
I'd said to myself before going on this trip that I would embark upon my own 'bush tucker trial'; try something strange and something that I wouldn't normally eat. In the market there was a lot on offer; scorpions (big and small), snakes, turtles, grubs, small birds, sea horses and star fish.
I decided to opt for the small scorpions; apparently teacher had eaten one before and described it as 'tasting similar to smoky bacon'.
The scorpions were skewered onto wooden sticks and then deep fried. I broke off its tail and then took a deep breath and shoved it in my mouth.
Ashy, charred, crispy, smoky, burnt. It has to be the most foul thing I've ever eaten and nothing like smoky bacon. These pictures aren't the prettiest, but had to be shared. I can't look at the pictures for too long as it brings back the memory of that foul taste.
Luckily scorpions were not the only things to eat. There were also an assortment of dumplings, noodle soups and sweet treats. For drinks there were a variety of options. Bottles of water to something that looked like a witches brew; steaming and vivid in colour.
One vendor that was set apart from the others was a Chinese man whose talent was creating Chinese horoscope animals out of blown sugar.
In case you haven't figured out what the animal is, it's a Rooster. Both teacher and I were born in 1981 and therefore this is our Chinese sign.
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