Today we are heading out into the country to a small village church. The church is meeting in a small house off a muddy road. We start with some songs and prayer, the Pastor says a few words and Curtis gives a short talk translated by Setan. The majority of us are sitting outside and it starts to rain. Each of us is praying that it will stop raining until the service is over, the rain is very light until we are done, than it pours and pours and pours. We all go to lunch at the new market were many stay and shop. I walk back to the hotel and take a nap. For dinner, the group decides on something not asian, pizza. I have BBQ snake, tastes like a dry pork chop. I didn't see the snake before it was cooked, so I can't say what kind of snake it was, my waiter didn't know either. I had frog fried rice the week before, it tasted like chicken. The chicken doesn't taste or look like chicken. What are we eating? Did I mention my $2 haircut?
matt
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