Street food in Olongapo was an adventure. Never could be sure what you were getting in your barbecue
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Ah Olangapo....
Exit Subic Bay Naval Base, cross the ‘$hit River’ and arrive in downtown Olangapo....
With the urchins, street vendors, and hundreds of saloons, and young ladies eagerly awaiting the arrival of young sailors they could talk to and try to give them a little piece of ‘home’ Naturally, for a price.
When people say ‘How can you eat that’? I often wonder (probably better off not knowing) what it was I really may have been eating when purchasing from street vendors in many sordid ports of the Far East. Oh yes, musn’t forget T-Town just a little bit South of San Ysidro.
Enough local brew and all is possible.
Didn’t ‘they’ used to say “To a hungry man; a bottle of hot sauce makes a pile of Horse Apples tasty, or at least somewhat edible”?
While I don’t know about the Horse Apples, there certainly weren’t any stray dogs or cats to be seen in Olongapo. :=)