Kway Teeo. Even though it was a poor excuse for Kway Teeo, it hit the spot and gave me the energy to get to the MRT station and make my way to the hostel while carrying 40lbs of clothes and gear. Once to the hostel, I did a quick check-in and went to look at my room. It was a bit run down but somewhat clean so I paid for two nights and took the key. First order of business, hit the communal toilet. Again, worn but clean. By the time I reached the hostel, I was just happy to have somewhere, anywhere, to do my business. I complain, but I have been in far, far worse places and in my book, any place you don't have to wipe with a banana tree leaf or worry about a snake biting you on the ass is fine by me.
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