In one day I've seen 2 people get hit by cars in this city. Maybe not "hit" but at least grazed. One was a little girl that was crossing the street with her parents too late. She wasn't hurt, just scared. The other was a fat guy hanging over the edge of a hop on / hop off tourist train that got clipped by a mirror. That seemed deliberate actually, it was a driver side mirror. I guess that is why some of the tourist trains kept people glassed in like they're in an aquarium.
Why am I mentioning this? Because tomorrow we're getting ourselves off the mean streets and into a car of our own. Should be an easy task, just make sure you use all the throttle all the time and clip any pedestrians you encounter with your mirror. Driving on the sidewalk seems like fair game too so it shouldn't be hard to rack up lots of points.
We've probably had enough walking for a bit anyway. Walking here is a far cry from the flat turf we call home. We climbed up today from the old port (which seems pretty close to sea level) up to a church that said it was 147m above sea level. That church should provide some towels at the top, or maybe a shower.
Despite how sweaty that walk was I still don't think it at all justifies the fugly track suits so many people seem to wear here. WTF? You're clearly not about to run a 100m dash, why did you decide to put on a matching track suit this morning? It may be about right for the climate here, but does that mean I should start wearing ski boots and goggles all winter at home? Probably not.
-Ryan
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