I knew it was time to leave Asia because:
Rotting trash mixed with raw sewage fumes was beginning to arouse me
I'd made it though five months without a single hospital visit
My clothes and other equipment were deteriorating and malfunctioning
LP guidebook had been used as a pillow, sunscreen, dating tool
I can sleep in bus aisles going around hairpin turns, a hostel with an en suite open-air toilet that a Rhea-stricken individual is relieving themselves in and on bags of rice next to squawking chickens
I like sleeping on bag of rice (Product of Thailand stamped on the bag) in Laos
Shaving my head (and not my legs) sounds like a good idea - and I'm a girl
I've overtaken an elephant on a shitty, dodgy push bike
A travelmatey has had a Larium-based halucination
The Rhea got me, leeches devoured me and moz have constellationed my bod
Buckets are an very acceptable unit of alcohol
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