Let's Talk Urinals

Today we had a 6 to 7 hour bus trip to the next destination. There were 3 stops on the way. At the first, Urinal 1 had no plumbing, with a bucket underneath. It was at the Spider Markets.

Yes, those are deep fried tarantulas. Maybe if they were air fried I could have tried them but calories count on holidays when spiders are involved.

Urinal 2 was an outdoor affair. Luckily the sun was at a good angle as there are some parts of my body where sunscreen has not been applied.We picked up chips and a Pepsi, probably got overcharged and continued our journey.

After paprika chips and a lifesaving Pepsi, I didn't particularly feel like lunch at our last stop before we got to our new home. Some little voice inside my stomach said to wait, and wait I did.

There was much coughing and spluttering on the bus trip and it seems that those valuable lessons from lockdown are long forgotten. We just have to make it through a few more days.

The Editor went for a quick dip in the pool whilst I watched YouTube videos about golf clubs. It must have been over four weeks since I purchased a new golf club. I am beginning to shake. Or maybe it's because it's been 10 hours since I ate properly.

With news that the night markets opened at 5pm, we were on our way. At least the 25 minute walk gave me some hope that I could reach 10,000 steps for the day.

Street 1 and 2 purchases had already been made.

My sleeping on the lounge will no doubt be enhanced by our new cushion covers. 

The question kept coming up as to what I wanted to eat. I had no idea. We just picked a spot and obviously I was due good karma when a burger with the buns made out of mac and cheese presented itself to me on the menu

The Editor probably ate something. I don't know. I was too involved with my own culinary miracle. 

Tomorrow we don't have to leave on our tour until 0830.

Everything's coming up Milhouse.