I hope that this writing reflects all the divergent attitudes that I felt about these foreign places and all my experiences in them. Though I may be a cranky bastard most of the time, and may write like one too, I don’t get pissed off or regretful about my time spent abroad; any of it. I only have an eager hope that in the future I will be able to take yet another insane journey without loosing all my money and the majority of my sanity in the process. But, then again, it seems that going broke and going mad are what creates the proper state of mind to make you try anything pushed in front of you while traveling, whether it be food, work, a ride, or something more dangerous. This is my account of all the sites and smells and ideas that intrigued, captured, or just plain disgusted me; as honest and direct of a record I can give while curbing my obscenities. I just hope that someone, somewhere, finds the whole thing amusing enough to inspire them to travel somewhere far away and do something completely foolish.
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