No sleep and strange fruit

My fruit basket

Hot sticky Bangkok.  A night of not much sleep for many many reasons, take your pick:

A -  Because it was too hot with the air conditioner off
B -  Because it was too cold with the air conditioner on
C - Because the air conditioner was too noisy
D - Because the barking of the geckos kept me up
E -  Because I was jet lagged
F -  Because I am responsible for 7 other individuals

I think the answer is all of the above except the geckos - which I love.

On the plus side food in Thailand is of course one of life's great treats.  And the fruit in Thailand is strange but glorious.

I decided that the fruit bowl provided by the hotel was sufficient for breakfast.  I like fruit for breakfast, and this morning's was very different to my usual fare.

Three tiny fragrant bananas, a sticky darkish yellow below the skin and with a fragrance unattainable in Sydney.

Two mangosteens, a beautiful looking fruit, muddy brown-purple on the outside  with a floret of green around the top.  And the creamiest slightly astringent flavoured loby flesh in side.

And perhaps the strangest fruit of all, the rose apple or chom poo -  my Thai word of the day.

I have had them before and recognised their genus straight away (Syzygium or formerly Eugenia).  They are reminiscent of my days of grazing on bush food along the coast of NSW.  They are related to the lilli pilli common to the yards of east coasters at least. 

Those who have munched on lilli pilli will know that strange rosewater-like flavour and crunchy yet light as air flesh under the shiny thin skin.  But with lilli pilli the pleasure is fleeting as the fruit are so small.  With the rose apple you have more to tackle.

A great way to start a long work day after little sleep.