We got up late again
this morning and headed out along Sunrise Boulevard to the
restaurant, Street View, that the American guys had mentioned last
night but unfortunately, they didn't do breakfast, so we continued on
to the next place, sat down and ordered some pancakes. Kate had
spotted a juice offer on a board at the entrance to the restaurant so
she went out with the girls to check it out. However, when she got
there, someone from the restaurant told her that the offer had
finished. She calmly pointed out that if that was the case, they
should really have removed the board, getting increasingly annoyed as
they failed to see her point. Her ire was further stoked when she
noticed that the chef was too busy playing on his phone to get
started on our food when the order was given to him, and she marched
back to the table and announced that we were leaving. We walked back
to Mr Mo's, where we ordered some more pancakes as over-muscled men
beat several kinds of crap out of each other in some kind of
'ultimate fighting' show on TV.
We then went back to
the room, where I got to work on making some changes to my Mongolia
feature in preparation for sending it off to Geographical and Kate
took the girls out to buy our boat and bus tickets for the next leg
of the journey. It was raining when lunch time came around, and we
all walked back to the Indian place we ate at last night. I did some
more work in the afternoon, while Kate took the girls out for a swim
in a pool we had seen on the night we arrived. It belonged to one of
the guesthouses - Little Eden – and it had apparently opened only
three days ago. Consistent with the standard of construction we had
seen elsewhere in Asia, it was already cracking in places. Although
it was obviously meant for Little Eden's guests, outsiders could pay
a small fee to use it all day, to the girls' great delight. When I
went out to the join them, they were deep in conversation with some
backpackers – a couple of Dutch girls and a guy from Melbourne.
As dusk began to
fall, we walked back to the hotel, looking on with a combination of
horror, amazement and, yes, amusement as a little girl emerged from
one to the houses beside the path swinging a meat cleaver. I quickly
snapped off some photos (that's not something you see every day) and then we began to wonder if we should do
something about getting it off her, but then another girl –
perhaps an older sister, took her by the hand and led her back to the
house as she swung the cleaver at the overhanging vegetation.
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