We were walking deep in among the cardamom plantations when we stumbled across this guy. He was smiling like the sun and spitting blood-red streams from between his teeth. We’d somehow stumbled upon the local betel nut wholesaler, and, faced with potential new customers, he quickly laid out green leaves with tobacco and lime clay, pulled out his sickle, and started peeling a fresh betel nut. A couple of minutes later, five of us were chewing and spitting and waiting for something to happen. A few minutes after that, our mouths were numb and we understood why this guy was so happy – he was HIGH.
Souvenirs 