Laos is the only country I’ve ever had to pay to leave.
Costs about $1 to cross by land.
No word on what the fee covers, where my receipt disappeared to or whether or not that was simply a side hustle by the man with the stamp in his hand.
(Source: wolf-teeth)
Why didn’t I think of that.
.. and other true and amazing tales from a coupl’a days ago …
Do I go for shiggles in August, while it’s still warm.
Or do I go for a company trade show in October, when I’ll get paid, but it’ll be spotty weather.
Decisions, decisions
Update:
Looks like I just inked the deal to work in Belgium and France for a week- by way of Amsterdam- in October. My life is insanely awesome some times.
This is what upscale budget hotels look like on Pinang.
Disheveled sheets not included*
It always bugs me that there are mirrors on the work desks in hotels. I’m trying to work and I keep catching eyes with myself. Weird.
The culture on Penang is a strong mix of Colonial, Chinese, Malay, Indian, and Muslim people and aesthetic. Oddly typified by my hotel nightstand’s containing a Bible and The Teaching of Buddha with both English and Chinese text.
I can see five mosques and at least one Hindu temple from my window. Must be dealer’s choice not to include the Koran and Gita. This is the Hotel Oriental, after all.
(Source: minion2, via sailorjerris-deactivated2013042)
