Meat on a stick

Street food. The essence of foreign travel. Meat that comes on a stick. Noodles and rice that come rapped in newspaper. Things that you not only don't know the name of, but can't identify in any languge and can only be ordered by pointing and smiling. I love it here in Thailand; I am definatly coming back, 30 hours is not nearly enough. And 10 hours in Taiwan was hardly enough to even claim visiting it, despite the requisite meat-on-stick sampler.

Tonight we are of to Sri Lanka and the devastated area tommorrow. I am a bit apprehensive, up to now it has been like a vacation but soon we will be reminded of the original purpose of this expedition.