Well I’ve got one more day on this horrible island thank god. One thing I’ve noticed is that people throw away the greatest stuff here but maybe that’s just because we’re staying in a kind of swanky neighborhood. Such as the reptile cage that was discarded because the iguana died. How did I know that? Because they left it in the discarded cage, its desiccated body turning brown under a hot tropical sun. We went to lunch meeting with the wrong guy and it was really funny and stupid. Haha! The thing is, he called us and had a heavy Vietnamese accent that was practically indecipherable so even though we were able to set up a time and place we thought it was with a different person. And um, then we got to the restaurant and he didn’t show up so I called him and he yabbered a bunch of indecipherable gibberish and hung up. Then by this weird coincidence the chef at the restaurant saw us and insisted on giving us a fancy meal. He’s a really great guy that we are peripherally involved with in the old architecture dodge and his name is “Nim”. Except it was hard to relax and enjoy our meal because the guy still hadn’t shown up, and all this elaborate food started showing up at the table so finally we just started shoveling it down. All the while Nim was regaling us with bizarre anecdotes about people taking showers in the pot-washer, and an alcoholic Italian coffee-roaster who downed a goblet of tuna oil, and something about an automated chicken-retrieval system… except we couldn’t hardly understand him because he too has a heavy Vietnamese accent…
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