Breakfast options on the outbound plane consisted of congee
or eggs with sausage. Armed with the
knowledge that I can eat shitty American food any time I want, I opted for the
slightly more Asian meal offering.
When I received the tray, the first item that caught my
eye was the “Fish Floss”:
prior knowledge of this product and nothing to go on but the ingredients,
Ingredient: Sugar, Fish Sauce, Palm Oil, Salt.
I zeroed in on the sugar and figured it was something
sweet and salty to be enjoyed at the end of the meal.
Having powered through the porridge, fried garlic and
green beans, dinner roll and diced fruit I was left to enjoy my Fish
Floss. It was upon opening the package
that I realized it was probably supposed to be used as some sort of flavor
enhancer or accessory to the porridge.
Inside the little pouch was a sort of brown, flaky lint through which I
dragged my fork and had a taste. It was
not unlike eating crushed up graham crackers…with a hint of anchovies. Whether eaten in the correct context or not,
I finished out my Fish Floss, assured that it would not be the last culinary
faux pas I would encounter on the trip.
My thumb carves a wide swath amidst the dust covering the
face of my passport and I can’t help but smile as a series of memories rise up to
fill its empty wake. With all of the
domestic traveling I’ve been doing lately it seems surprising that I’m aching
to get on another plane (or, more correctly, 5 over the next 3 days), but the anesthetic
effects of global travel are strong. I’ll
be checking another continent off of my travel bingo card with upcoming
adventures in Vietnam, Cambodia, Malaysia and Bali.