buccaneer
08-18-2014, 03:21 PM
When I was a young man, I was in north western Thailand and feeling a bit bored.
Looking for adventure, I decided to catch a transport with the local people to a market that was on the Thai Cambodian border.
We all piled into a truck that had bench seats along the back, and I enjoyed a dusty and bumpy ride.
What in my ignorance I had not thought about at all was the friction between the two countries, and the ver tough Thai Military Border Patrol.
The truck stopped at a checkpoint and one such warrior popped up on the step in the back rear of the truck and looked at us all.
I was the only European, and his face went into shock when he saw me.
I quickly popped my passport out of my pocket and scooted forward to the edge of the seat and leaned forward, arm extended to him with my passport in it.
I have always had the policy it is best to appease anyone carrying sub machine guns.
He grabbed my wrist and hauled me off my seat and propelled me toward the steel tailgate, aiming past him so I saw in my mind I would sail in a somersault and land on my spine on the earth.
In one of those micro second decisions, my brain signalled a 'better' option, and my decades of rugby had me extend my left foot forward and brake and drive right, still going forward but now I collected him my shoulder to his chest, my arms grappling him in a tackle, and both of us going down but with me landing on him with his submachine gun between us.
Good idea?
No.
No it wasn't.
Suddenly there were three sets of hands on me rolling me off the winded soldier, and now I had three barrels poking me in the chest and three very angry Patrol Guards yelling at me.
I speak Thai quite well, or I did then, so in a few minutes everything calmed down and I got searched and scolded, and sent on my way.
Two hours later, at the market, one of those guards pointed me to a stall where I ate this for the first time.
Cambodian Style stuffed chicken wings.
Morter and pestle, pound lemon grass, kaffir lime leaves, Vietnamese mint or thai holy basil, garlic, coriander, salt and galangal until you get a paste.
De bone your chicken wings. Mix the paste with either fish or prawns.
I chose prawns, chopped into small chunks, along with water chestnuts for texture, and add a good glug or two of fish sauce.
Stuff the mixture into the chicken wings.
Oil them and put on the grill.
http://i1283.photobucket.com/albums/a542/Generalissmo/IMG_2983_zps8506f956.jpg
http://i1283.photobucket.com/albums/a542/Generalissmo/IMG_2987_zpsc4418d11.jpg
http://i1283.photobucket.com/albums/a542/Generalissmo/IMG_8337_zps85713c3f.jpg
Thanks for reading!
:yo:
Looking for adventure, I decided to catch a transport with the local people to a market that was on the Thai Cambodian border.
We all piled into a truck that had bench seats along the back, and I enjoyed a dusty and bumpy ride.
What in my ignorance I had not thought about at all was the friction between the two countries, and the ver tough Thai Military Border Patrol.
The truck stopped at a checkpoint and one such warrior popped up on the step in the back rear of the truck and looked at us all.
I was the only European, and his face went into shock when he saw me.
I quickly popped my passport out of my pocket and scooted forward to the edge of the seat and leaned forward, arm extended to him with my passport in it.
I have always had the policy it is best to appease anyone carrying sub machine guns.
He grabbed my wrist and hauled me off my seat and propelled me toward the steel tailgate, aiming past him so I saw in my mind I would sail in a somersault and land on my spine on the earth.
In one of those micro second decisions, my brain signalled a 'better' option, and my decades of rugby had me extend my left foot forward and brake and drive right, still going forward but now I collected him my shoulder to his chest, my arms grappling him in a tackle, and both of us going down but with me landing on him with his submachine gun between us.
Good idea?
No.
No it wasn't.
Suddenly there were three sets of hands on me rolling me off the winded soldier, and now I had three barrels poking me in the chest and three very angry Patrol Guards yelling at me.
I speak Thai quite well, or I did then, so in a few minutes everything calmed down and I got searched and scolded, and sent on my way.
Two hours later, at the market, one of those guards pointed me to a stall where I ate this for the first time.
Cambodian Style stuffed chicken wings.
Morter and pestle, pound lemon grass, kaffir lime leaves, Vietnamese mint or thai holy basil, garlic, coriander, salt and galangal until you get a paste.
De bone your chicken wings. Mix the paste with either fish or prawns.
I chose prawns, chopped into small chunks, along with water chestnuts for texture, and add a good glug or two of fish sauce.
Stuff the mixture into the chicken wings.
Oil them and put on the grill.
http://i1283.photobucket.com/albums/a542/Generalissmo/IMG_2983_zps8506f956.jpg
http://i1283.photobucket.com/albums/a542/Generalissmo/IMG_2987_zpsc4418d11.jpg
http://i1283.photobucket.com/albums/a542/Generalissmo/IMG_8337_zps85713c3f.jpg
Thanks for reading!
:yo: