Something caught my attention from the corner of my eye.
And right smack in the middle of Toy Street too ! Try and beat that.
I backtracked. Almost fainted when I saw this poster. Scream ! Cobraaaaa.... ????
Inched a little closer and took many many steps back when I noticed some preserved , coiled up specimens in large jars on shelves located near the entrance.
This where our snakes and river terrapins end up ? In a cooking pot here ? On this street ?
Hissed it's last hiss on Wanchai - the snake's eulogy.
The locals consume this during the winter to keep warm. You can order it ala thick soup or even as a fried rice.
Imagine. Cobra fried rice. I swear I will die if it ever passes my lips. Allow me to freeze to death on my own .
Scariest sight ever. Tweenager and snake.
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