I'm not sure which we found more concerning - the stench coming off of this mountain of durian or the black socks and sandals on the guy in front.
Actually, this is the most disconcerting thing we've ever seen at a market - deep fried hamburgers. Neither of us could get up the gumption to try one.
Almost everything we tried at the Kuah market has been wonderful, but this guy takes the cake. His freshly fried donuts (or donats as the sign says) are easily the best donuts that either of us have ever had. And at 17 cents a piece, they were worth every penny . . . and calorie.
Everything that is sold at the market goes directly into a plastic bag. We've found Malaysia to be cleaner than Indonesia, but there is still a tremdous amount of litter here by Western standards.
The nightmarket is also a bazaar. There are several stalls stocked with handbags and sandals, perfumes and cigarrettes. There was also a stall selling cowls - a sort of instant headscarf contraption.
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