A novel in hand and a bag of market-bought noodles to fuel my adventure, chunter down the Kaladan River from Mrauk U toward Sittwee. It’s the African Queen revisited, and a slurryous gurgle comes from her loins. Full-on stuff. As are the glorious noodles. Use sliced fish cake, chicken, pork or prawns in here, if you prefer to be more affluent about it. A little bowl of spring-onion-flavoured chicken broth on the side would be ideal. Balachong is a must..
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