|"They killed Kenny! Bastards!"|
We succeeded in getting all the way up the street and then back down to the Monkey Forest. There was a very small used bookstore, and because the hotel has no TV, and the weather report called for rain, we each bought a big book. Eventually, we also did buy some clothes, Yvonne getting a pair of traditional-ish pants and a shirt, and me a batik shirt. We also had coffee and drinks along the way, and for lunch suckling pig and Chicken-rice. The previous night Yvonne had ordered Crispy Duck, which turned out to be crisped in some horrible fish-oil, but the lunch was quite good and the restaurant overlooked a rice field ringed by scenic farm buildings/wreckage
Then, as it was the absolute middle of the day, we headed to the hotel for an hour or two, to cool off.
We left and Yvonne, over a calming gelato, counted her money, which seemed to all be back in her purse.
|One kind of cock|