11-05-09 to 11-05-11 Myanmar, Inle Lake

It took about two weeks in the country until the betel spitting no longer immediately activated my gag reflex.
The basket delivery truck we rode into town in.
The first of Susan's three flat tires (and the first of my three hundred fat jokes). I guess you get what you pay for when you rent a bike for a dollar a day.
We got it, you have have giant baskets...you don't have to add the smug nonchalant strut. I was suddenly very self concious about the tiny little basket on my bike.