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<\/a><\/p>\nDeparting the ferry-boat, was greeted with yet another method of keeping da flies off da meat.<\/p>\n
This is how we do it on the West Siyeede<\/em>, bitches!<\/p>\n Up next, the Hell\u2019s Angels of tomorrow (cop on the beat\u2019s\u00a0 already got his eyes on \u2018em).<\/p>\n The West side of the river, as you see, is much like the North: small villages, dirt roads, friendly folk. Including this woman, out to sell some riverweed, but kind enough to pause and let me get my photographic kicks.<\/p>\n Walking through the village, yet some more<\/em> Blair Witch Project<\/em> action going on. Whoever\u2019s responsible for these creations is sure to wind up depicted on one of the temples’ Murals Of Damnation!<\/p>\n The game of choice for the youngsters was a to-me strange and enchanting horseshoes-esque affair, played with croquet balls.<\/p>\n I couldn\u2019t ever really make out the rules \u2013 but did note that cash was not changing hands. Later, Martin \u2013 my German dormmate \u2013 informed me that this is a French game called \u201cBoules<\/a>\u201d. Looked it up, and discovered that he\u2019s oh so correct. Thank gods for Germans!<\/p>\n \n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n