4.Paul felt a kind of hunger he had never experienced before. No matter how nauseous he had felt an hour or two earlier when he had encountered the food stands on the street, the meals offered on the square seemed more edible than the sidewalk vendors’ crickets and grasshoppers.
He stood in line at one of the counters. He received a whole chicken for a hundred bahts, minus the feet (which were probably being stirred around in pots of soup by the textile merchants). A hundred bahts was the equivalent of about two dollars and fifty cents. The food vendor spoke to him:
“Singha?”
“Pardon?”
“Singha beer. Large or small?” said the Thai woman, pointing to the emblem of the brewery.
It was only now that Paul noticed the words on the banner stretching over the square: Singha Beer Festival.
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