I probably should have taken a tour because I have no idea why there is a clothesline in the water and I got so tired of hunting for cheap food in the freaking expensive city that I settled for spending over 12 USD on blasted McDonalds. But those fries did taste like home. Tasty, deep-fried home.
I spent a good half hour on the roof of my hostel (at which, btw, I had to climb six flights of stairs to get to my room) talking to AJ -- a guy from South Korea. I have met sooooo many Koreans! It's nuts! That bottom center picture is the view from the roof.
The right bottom picture I took of the street where my hostel is located. And right as I took it a couple guys started street fight dancing. It was pretty cool and I managed to capture a few seconds on video before people surrounded them and made it impossible to see anymore. There was also a random parade right by my hostel when I first got here, and a few hours ago the group providing musical entertainment for the customers started singing Sweet Home Alabama. Which was surreal, and really funny, especially when everyone started singing along.
Tomorrow I get to put my traveler's insurance to work: Interlaken! Canyoning! Rope courses! Rafting! Climbing! Hiking! Parasailing! Bungy jumping! NOT ENOUGH TIME MONEY TO DO THEM ALL (for which my mother is more than thankful).
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