3. Going back to Hainan



Markets – a place where I’d pinch my nose really tight because the smell of the fishmonger’s slippery wares would make me gag. But you would walk, talk to them, find out what’s the freshest fish of the day, and buy something I’d look forward to, for dinner.

This was in Hainan, and I stood there watching this guy and his eels, wishing we could have dinner together with Dad.