Scorpion. Cricket. Seahorse. When in Rome, right? Would've been a lot harder to gulp these suckers down if I didn't have an audience of appalled Costa Ricans to scream at the atrocity, drowning out the crunching of arthropod exoskeletons and stingers and such. Actually the cricket wasn't too bad - was meaty and tasteless enough that the thing just tasted like fried batter - kinda a like a melodic, nocturnal zeppole. But for the most part, this crap was almost as gross as the dog I ate for lunch...
Time to get the heck out of China. I've done everything wrong, and paid the price. It's freezing. I'm eating crickets. I'm behind schedule already. Time to get back on track: Good morning, Vietnam!
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