It’s the size of a soccer ball, a stinky medieval morning star of a fruit covered in thorns; the durian. They’re found in many South East Asian markets, on small roadside stalls, or piled up on the back of a motorbike zooming through the streets of Ho Chi Minh City. Basically, they’re not hard to find. In the words of one Cambodian that Jeff and I met, it ‘smells like shit but tastes like heaven’, and in the words of a western backpacker that I met, ‘tastes like a garbage bag of rotting fruit that was left in the sun’. It’s flesh is yellow and smooth, and it’s this creamy texture that puts a lot of people off. It tastes a bit how it smells, a sort of creamy pungent fruit salad mixed with custard. When in Asia, definitely try one, and tell me what you think!