Hubris II

 Eli and I lost a bet.   We were supposed to lose a bunch of weight.  We missed our targets.  We took our comeuppance.

Eli was supposed to eat a whole durian.  I was supposed to half a durian and drink several shots of gin.

I hate gin.  But I loathe durian.  It smells, to Western noses, at least, like rotting flesh.  It is vile.  It is nauseating.  It is utterly revolting.

We ate it.  We gagged constantly.  We both nearly threw up.  You can see from the motion blur on my hand in the photo that I’m just trying to get through the fucking ordeal as quickly as possible.

Eventually, we begged for mercy and our tormentors relented.

Worst day I’ve had in China thus far.