[Day 41] Durians to Westerners is like cheese to Asians

A couple of weeks ago, I was walking around London’s Chinatown with an American friend when we noticed a distinct, pungent smell. I was delighted–I hadn’t smelt that for so long.

“Did someone just poop here? This is disgusting,” my friend said.

“It’s durians.”

“What?”

“The fruit. We eat them all the time in Vietnam.”

“You eat them? Eww.”

That’s pretty much the generic reaction you can expect from a Westerner who has never come into contact with durians before. I always find it ironic considering that they eat equally disgusting things like cheese.

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[Day 41] Durians to Westerners is like cheese to Asians