Bordering the nighttime food market, I noticed a group gathering around a gentleman with three wooden boxes. Moving in tight, I gave one of the other observers a confused shake of my head. Then he responded in an airy whisper usually used in bad horror movies, saying only one word "cobra." Cobra, I thought, then flashed back to a snake charmer pantomime. No, the only charming that night would be done on the crowd gathered. Sure enough, the owner opens a box and out comes a snake rising up in the evil "Rikki Tikki Tavi" sort of way. The head flared and my childhood fears came racing back. The man began a long spin in Malaysian, speaking passionately while demonstrating his ability to dodge the striking serpent. I'm impressed. There I sat on the ground, not ten feet away from a man toying with an animal symbolized in our society as one of the most evil and deadly snakes. Where was the hat, because this street performer had easily earned his wage from me. The snake handler pulled a white substance from another box and then grabbed a kid from the audience. Rubbing the kid's leg with the mystery substance, the charmer created a soapy-like lather, while still holding the utmost attention of the cobra and the crowd. He rinses the child's leg, which becomes a stark contrast to the filthy other leg. Finished with the kid, the man began lathering his own arms and face. Now I get it! This guy is selling small bars of soap like the soap you fill your suitcase with while staying in hotels. The man was using a cobra to sell Motel 6 soap! I have heard of guys like him but this was my first time actually meeting an authentic Snake Oil-of-Olay Salesman.