In my hurry to recount all the amazing details that comprise my life I forgot to mention the way I completely tripped over this long metal pole intended to block motorbikes from driving through the park. This lead to such things are almost face planting, probably causing the locals to piss themselves laughing, and a goose egg bruise on my shins. It was a shining moment.

I have now almost consumed everything one is not supposed to have in a foreign country and lived to tell the tale: fresh fruit from street vendors, fresh springs rolls with shrimp that have probably been out too long, ice, etc. Guide books are real fear mongerers.