Continued - drinking with the boys, part 2

Seeing the traditional vietnamese rich persons home was awesome! We got to experience all the different parts - the oppulent westernness of the house with marble, the old fashioned wooden stove area outside, te garden, and the front shop. 

In the kitchen while preparing our pancakes, which were really omelets with chives and meat eaten on leaves of Asian basil (like cilantro) or mint or other random tree leaves and then dipped in fish sauce, we noticed some objects above the fridge.  Snakes. And a foot. A big harry human foot sitting in a jar of fermadahide... What? First a photo, then the question? What is that and why is it there? The answer came from Sarah, the girl who speaks English better than anyone we encountered. "Because we like it." what? They keep on saying that.. I don't like wearing a sweatshirt when it feels like 100 degrees out, and I don't think I'd like looking at some big harry bear foot and cankle while I eat my meals, thank you. The snakes were those scary ones hat are black with white stripes. I feel like I'm looking at death when I see those!

As we eat the meal, we are asked if we want to drink. Sheri and I say no, but Todd having already drunk a warm 333 (like a michelob) says yes, and is ushered off to the men's table. There they have already been eating and drinking some shots of the local specialty banana wine for some time. The wine is at really wine at all- it's bad liqour. I get invited to the boys table at the end of the meal. I saw I'm willing to try some. This lands me in trouble. I end up having about four really bad shots because they break open the scotch sent and specially bottled from France. My esophagus
Thinks that's a delicacy for sure. 

So in typical Asian style, I "cheers" with everyone at the table. Great fun! Todd is about 11 drinks in and, as a big guy, can totally handle it. Our short male host, mr chihuahua, cannot handle the shots as well and is loopy and bad at English now. 

I start getting served food at the guys table. Great. I've just had an omelet, multiple weird fruits that I'll never see again, 3 or 4 shrimp chips and Now what I need is the same all over again on top of alcohol. I perfect my "no" skills this time around. I do, however, desperately want to try durrien. 

This giant spiney fruit is native to Indonesia I believe. I've wanted to try it all of college and hunted it down in china town in cleveland only to come up empty handed. The restaurant was out that day. 

Here it was! What my philosophy,
Dr thomson his probably one of the top five weirdest people on earth told me about! Part cream, part pudding, part offensive. I was down!