The boat from the floating market took us to an orchid farm. Yes. It’s my sis and I’s heaven. The only sadness I felt is that I couldn’t take it all home with me and that Dad was not there as well. I let E have my camera — I was too absorbed to take photos. The owner of the place is very friendly and he gave Beth and I his time. We both we more interested in plants other than orchids. What are they called? Plants that just want water and air. Beth and I bought about four plants each — and the bill came to 5$. The plants were so well-cared for that they endured five days of being in the car backseat, in a bus, in a plane. . . all the way home to my veranda.
I love my jack fruit frozen. That takes away the slime factor. I also love non-slimy jack fruit cut into tiny pieces and served with ice and coconut milk. It’s crazy to me that so many of my local friends don’t eat anything that is still cold from the frig or that is frozen. How do they get through hot season?