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Today was not a good day.

It all started early on this Tuesday morning.
As we did our check-out, the girl behind the desk suddenly broke into tears. I was convinced it was because she had a crush on either Bene or me (or both), but Bene insists that it is not necessarily related to my charms. First blow of the day. I am always disappointed if the receptionist does not cry on account of my charms.

We had mentally prepared for a feast of a breakfast at our favourite breakfast place, in the Tibetan quarters. A western breakfast, I am ashamed to say, but if you saw the poor excuses they eat for breakfast, you would understand (mainly, what they describe as congee, I call old rice with a lot of sugary water).

Not a very good day indeed

Degrubenc
2006-08-12 15:12:58

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Today was not a good day.

It all started early on this Tuesday morning.
As we did our check-out, the girl behind the desk suddenly broke into tears. I was convinced it was because she had a crush on either Bene or me (or both), but Bene insists that it is not necessarily related to my charms. First blow of the day. I am always disappointed if the receptionist does not cry on account of my charms.

We had mentally prepared for a feast of a breakfast at our favourite breakfast place, in the Tibetan quarters. A western breakfast, I am ashamed to say, but if you saw the poor excuses they eat for breakfast, you would understand (mainly, what they describe as congee, I call old rice with a lot of sugary water).

Second blow of the day: they had no waffles, no pancakes, no bread and none of the good coffee left. I had to settle for butter tea and cereals. I was really looking forward to this (those who know me well know how much importance and happiness I derive from my food).

We got ourselves a taxi and explained to him (with great pains) that we wanted to go to the airport
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(this involved miming a plane touching down and taking off). Inspired by our mimes of fast moving planes, he tried to see if he could get his taxi to take off too. A terrifying hour later, we made it all alive but, alas, pale and trembling to the airport.

The time has sadly come to say good bye to Benedict. Over the last 30 days we have traveled together, we have become very good friends, understanding each other at every occasion; we have a set of expressions and gestures, borrowed from every country we have traveled to, to express ourselves without the understanding of others.

Over these 30 days, we have not had a single disagreement but have built a great complicity. We have had such incredible experiences, ranging from the trans-siberian in Moscow, horse riding in the Gobi in Mongolia to white-water ...