Right now my scavenger hunt team and I are sitting in an internet cafe, sweating, full of rice and maybe unfriendly chicken. Everyone here has been very helpful and smiling towards our strange questions and requests. “What is that fruit called?” – “One killogram.”
We’ve been running and dodging flying motorcycles, while trying to keep our feet dry. We were surprised by the bustling locals in collared shirts and clean pants and skirts. We’ve gotta go, can’t wait to get back out there!
MISS YOU ALL, Lizzie, Kathryn and Ian.
