Yesterday was an enormous day, so today was a small one.
There was an older American accented white guy in monks robes standing near the bar at breakfast, who wished me a good day & I think gave one of the staff a blessing? It was an odd moment.
I did laundry. I slept in a bit. Probably not in that order.
I got lunch from a place that turned out to be rather more of an expat bar than I’d imagined was possible, and heard an English guy demonstrating exactly why they have such a bad reputation in certain areas of the world. I’m not expert on international relations, but referring to a countries currency using the phrase “I don’t want that shit”, and complaining about the slightly odd situation with the dual currencies to the extent that the other English guy he’d been drinking with essentially told him to just deal with it? Not the best approach.
There were other folks in there who weren’t like that, to be clear, but … What a dickhead.
I walked through the market, and through the Pub Street area again, and had the same guy try to interest me in Marijuana or Cocaine. In the middle of the street. At a slightly lower than conversational volume.
Not sure if he works with the TukTuk driver who asked about Marijuana after I said “No Thanks” to a ride.
