Shrimp Fishing just makes so much sense. Like why wouldn’t you spend hours sitting beside a large concrete pool, surrounded by strange Chinese men and their girlfriends, catching something the size of your hand that you get to wash, skewer, and grill alive?
Here’s how it goes: You pay by the hour. You’re given a tiny fishing rod, a tray of dried prawns, and a raw chicken liver. You can buy beer. It’s open 24 hours.