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Wednesday, December 21, 2005
It's crowded at the bazaar an I think I'm a little lost an I stop to ask for directions but the vendor interprets my closing dipthongs as a vicious slur against his people an throws candied monkey heads at me til I run away. The man with the papier mache head can't hear me, he's gettin beat up by bat-wieldin little kids accordin to the local custom. I toss some coins to a street band but the currency has been neither baptized nor clothed in a ceremonial veil an the players explode in disgrace.
An elephant wearin a backpack notices me hidin behind a potted plant. "Excuse me," he says, "but do you speak elephant?" "Why yes," says me, "yes I do." We talk for hours. Labels: true adventures
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