Fry chicken with offensive odour


Fry chicken with offensive odour is the name of the book I just had self-published. The name came from a menu in northern Thailand- that was the actual English translation of the dish. I will always regret not ordering it. I wonder how offensive that chicken really smelt?

The book is a personal project, a record of Toby's and my 4 1/2 month trip through South East Asia in 2008. All the dust and dirt and crowdedness and beaches and food and cheap hotels and scooters and swims and religion and heat and beauty and bus rides and frustration and love and people of Thailand, Malaysia, Laos, Cambodia and Vietnam squeezed into one book.

It took me a long time to get around to finally finishing this project, I've been working on it off and on over the past two years. If you want, you can have a look through the book here. There's also a bunch of photo albums of our trip up on Flickr. I also included in the book the entries from the blog we kept during the trip, it's fun to re-read those old posts.

I am so happy to have finally finished this, cause I was sick of it. And I am so glad that I made the effort to. After years of working in photo labs, I rarely have my photos printed. They all end up online or backed up on harddrives. But photos were meant to be printed- I'm so proud to see these ones as a book.