Disembarked in the 'the old quarter' and haggled around in the rain trying to find a place that could tread the line between budget and not having to sleep in your clothes because the sheets are so dirty.
The quarter is hectic, teeming with throngs of motorcycles, taxis, vendors, and the odd market with old ladies fanning flies away from raw meat. Pretty par for the course in this area of the world. The old world feel is alive here with tiny shopfronts leaning on one another, their cast iron balconies overlooking streets that can't possibly be big enough for what they hold. Streets whose names change every few blocks or so and quickly wind into impossible arcs and curves creating an icomprehensible maze that probably fuels the local tuk tuk industry.
So far so good.
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