“Arriving in Asia is one of those moments you don’t really think is going to happen until it does…”
This is the first dish I had the first time I went to Asia. I rolled out of a taxi, jet lagged in Bangkok and plonked down on a plastic stool next to a bubbling cauldron of broth and noodles. I remember smiling under my breath after the first slurp, the broth was so fragrant, like all the Thai food I’d eaten up until then in North America had a flavor dimmer switch. Sitting there on the banks of a river of people, motorbikes humming by filling the air with the smell of petrol, I felt like I l landed on a different planet. Arriving in Asia is one of those moments you don’t really think is going to happen until it does, like graduating High School or your driver’s license expiring. Air travel is the closest thing to teleportation we have.