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Making a Trail

Do not go where the path may lead, go instead where there is no path and leave a trail.

The people of Amsterdam love their smoked meats and pickled fish. There are numerous herring stals around the city. The locals can’t get enough. They tilt their heads back, hold the herring by the tail and drop it in their mouth. It’s reminiscent of feeding a seal at sea world. The smell of pickled herring immediately reminds me of the bait I used when fishing with my dad as a little kid. Accordingly, I gag uncontrollably if I even think about eating the stuff.



I give Asia the edge on street food options.

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