While in Bangkok our customers forced some moon cakes upon us. Normally, this is good but this time they were 榴蓮/liu lian/durian moon cakes. These things smelled bad, as is the case with the durian, so when my coworker brought them in to the office it was like the Christmas fruitcake that gets passed around. You really had to have been here to see it when they were eventually opened but it had me in stitches as everyone tried to get everyone else to eat it. I couldn't bring myself to touch them. Even when we got rid of them the office still smelled for an hour or so.

In other news, I now have a few language partners. I have the old couple and their friend who I meet with once a week, two cool people (a guy and his ladyfriend) who are a little older than me, and some rando I ran into at dinner who is like 35.
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