I think the last time I was in a 7-11 was when I was just a kid – just to get a Slurpee. But here in Thailand, you go there for everything…and they are everywhere.
It’s too easy to walk down there to get cookies or chocolate soy milk (me) or weird macaroni and hot dog microwave meals and sour straws (scott) or cans of tuna and salted peanuts (john, that healthy jerk). There also is often a woman out front that makes a crepe-like dessert, called roti. Often topped with bananas and nutella, it’s a buttery, sugary, eggy combination that I can demolish wayyy too quickly. Clean eating just isn’t a thing here, guys.
Photos of me taken by Scott.