Eating out of a plastic bag with my bare hands!

Yes, I'm no stranger to squeezing pieces of cold meat out of a plastic bag

I was lying in bed watching Youtube videos on my laptop when suddenly I realised the time was getting close to 6pm. Today, I've made a switch to a strict eating pattern involving the consumption of three meals a day at regularly spaced intervals as it facilitates my newly acquired ritual of taking antibiotics several times a day with food.

It is believed the current Arabic script evolved from the handwriting of
 general practitioners on their prescription forms.

Leaving the hostel, I noticed the leak in the municipal water supply had gotten worse. Perhaps a motorbike had accidentally run over the plumbing. (Yes the idea of a tricycle taxi running cutting off the water supply to your house buy literally running over it is actually a possibility in some parts of the world.) 

I leapt over the giant puddle of grey water on the side of the road, trying really hard to not contract more diseases than an agar plate from a year 12 biology class.

Like some kind of medical tourist, I hobbled over to a generic roadside food stall and ordered the classic Pinoy combo of pork and rice - takeaway style. The idea of a using styrofoam takeaway containers hasn't really taken off here, nor have eating utensils. I spent the next five minutes going from stall to stall asking if they had any plastic spoons that I could purchase but to no avail. 

I brought my catch back to the rooftop lounge in the hostel and proceeded to squeeze the contents of my dinner out of the clear plastic bag like a desperate woman trying to make a genetically gifted NBA child.

Using the same hand I wipe my ass with, I proceeded to scoop the food into my mouth (it's ok, I washed my hands before eating). I don't usually prefer to eat moist foods using my hands but sometimes I guess you have to have to make do with that you have available.

This is truly Asia.