Dried Sea Dragon
Con Dao Island, Vietnam.
Street stalls stacked high with dried goods. Packed in plastic, tied with string, secured in plastic jars. The dried wares are alien to me, familiar to Darling Man.
I stop at a street cart displaying thin twig-like fish. I peer at the dead bundles, horrified. “Are these sea horses?” I gasp.
“No,” says Darling Man. “They’re hải long, err… dragon fish. Sea dragon.”
I ask what you do with a sea dragon. He trots out the standard Vietnamese reply: “It’s good for the man.” Meaning it’s regarded as an aphrodisiac. I roll my eyes. He says sea dragon isn’t a snack, it’s meant to be put in rice wine.
He hoists the baby onto his shoulders and says something I can’t catch to the stall holder.
“What did you say?” I ask. He grins and blushes. “I told him I don’t need it,” he says, giggling.
Posted as part of Budget Travelers Sandbox’s Travel Photo Thursday.
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