Our first port of call in Wajima was the fish market which was lively and full of stalls with old ladies flogging dried fish and seaweed, among other scarey delights. At one stall, confirming our fears, we were offered something rather small and rubbery to nibble on. It would have been very rude to refuse, so down the thatch it went. It took a while to chew down and was pretty awful (something fishy with a slightly sweet taste), but we managed it with a smile and trotted off, none the wiser to what it was we had actually ingested....
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