Walking home, I compete with the scooter taxies and the food carts that line the way. Iíve sampled the local cuisine. Itís generally fried. The slightest nibble leaves a greasy residue on my fingers even for a moment. The larger shacks along the sidewalks and alleys arenít too keen on refrigeration.
Their cleaning techniques worry me. A half-gallon of dishwater is probably used for a hundred diners. Iím not a clean freak but Iím not too keen on local cuisine. I generally view one rat crossing the sidewalk on each trip home. Stray cats are everywhere. I have no doubt itís cheaper than the foods I eat but I donít think my system would adapt too quickly.