Battambang is a sleepy town on a slow moving river. At the train station, it is always 8:02. AM or PM, well, take your pick. The station has been closed for years, with rollling stock rotting on the weedy tracks and squatter families living in the decrepit repaiir sheds and maintainence buildings.
The food here is simple, plentiful, and cheap, like street food should be. Wide rice gravy noodles are one of my favorites, complete with a fresh coconut shake that has just a hint of durian. Complete with a very entertaining Cambodian host, this stall meal set me back $ 2.50.
Not feeling like noodles? No problem. How about a fruit salad for $1.25? Banana, papaya? Sure. But there is also jackfruit, dragon fruit, lychee fruit and something that is a cross between an avacado and a melon. The tropical fruit may be the thing I miss the most evverytime I leave Asia.
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