In Bangkok, we rode one of these boats
with this upsetting-looking motor
up and down the canals. Our first stop? Naturally, the dock that sells beer and cigarettes. So our driver could get a tallie of Singha and cigarettes. He promptly cracked open the beer and continued on down the waterway. Oh, Asia. How I *love/am terrified of /am constantly reminded of my mortality while traveling around* you.
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