In December 2009, I visited Paris with my boyfriend for a new years’ break. Whilst we were away, we decided to indulge our craving for Thai food and try Thai Pacific, a fabulous little restaurant that served incredible, tasty food at very affordable prices. The memory of the delightful menu stayed with us so strongly, that three years later in September 2012, we followed the direction of our noses and hoped that we would be able to remember where the restaurant was located. Not to be disappointed, we were fortunate to find the restaurant as perfectly tucked away as we had recalled.
So, I finally opened my pack of palm sugar covered banana chips. Yes, you read correctly. Banana chips. But not just any old kind. The ones that I bought whilst travelling in Thailand. Now don’t worry, this isn’t just a post about me and a love for banana chips (well, not completely) but it is about the relevance of food to a country and the travellers within it.
As we had been preparing for our final day in Bangkok, I had been searching for something that I would be allowed to pack in my suitcase to take home. Right now, as I munch through the pack, I am so happy with my decision.