Postcards from the edge

Postcards from the edge
Tales of (mis)adventure from abroad

Fresh Seafood

Fresh Seafood

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I respectfully declined the restaurant owner’s offer to marry his daughter, but I enthusiastically accepted his offer to sit and order dinner. I was starving. I asked for the menu and he gestured me to follow him. Puzzled, I went along as we exited the restaurant, walked over to the pier, got in a rowboat, and headed out to sea in the middle of the night. We eventually docked with a floating village. He shone his flashlight onto a set of underwater cages filled with live seafood: My Vietnamese was not as bad as I thought; this was the menu.

-Yannick



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