This beauty was captured in Veal Rinh, a tiny, dusty strip of town on the route from
Sihanoukville to Phnom Penh in Cambodia.
All mini-vans stop to get gas here, where they are immediately swarmed by a coalition of roaming child vendors peddling greasy baguettes, curlicues of pineapple and slices of sour mangoes with chili.
Darrick and I found this durian at a small cart in the local market. The durian seller, a wide-eyed teenager, couldn’t stop laughing when we began throwing out variety names. “Dongkat? Oyekak? Monthong?” we pestered.
She eventually acknowledged that this was a Nungoye. As soon as I inhaled it’s rich coffee aroma I knew we had struck gold. Almost literally. The golden flesh was a silky smooth custard wrapped in a delicately waxy skin. Truly exceptional.
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