On a Saturday afternoon, our boss and fellow teacher, Sarah, invited us to go for a real Thai adventure with her husband and daughter. Picnic at a waterfall then exploring a local fruit festival at a nearby small town.
Tropical fruits and waterfalls? Yes please!
So, a short drive east of town through a village called Phrom Kiri (where we’d stop later for the fruit festival) and voila! Paradise!
Sarah’s first order of business was to introduce us to new local fruits: mangosteens, rambutans, and the king of fruits, durian (it’s literally called the King of Fruits). Then have a quick dip in the swirling ponds below the falls and relax in the evening fresh air.
Sarah’s husband seemed to have a good handle on hacking at the Durian’s deadly outer skin…
Spoils of the fruit battle. I think we won.
The fruit itself has a distinct smell, which earns it eligibility to be outright banned from many public places. It looks deadly from the outside. And the fruit inside is a large, fleshy-meaty hunk that has a custard-sweetness and buttery texture. A bit bizarre to eat. A few bites of go a looong way.
…And no Thai adventure is complete without a generous helping of grubs from the local fruit festival and competition at the nearby village. The fruit festival was more of a competition for local farmers to show off their delicious and well-grown produce. Not to mention an excuse for fireworks and, of course, tasty snacks of crickets, frogs, grubs, silkworms and other crunchy critters. Of course Sarah insisted on buying us a bag of grubs tossed with spices and spritzed with oil. Crunchy. Like eating peanuts. An interesting counterbalance to the tropical fruits of the afternoon.