Some of them were BAD SMELLS! BAD! DOWN, SMELL, DOWN!
I was advised to find a place to eat that was fairly crowded -- safety in numbers, I assume. I found a bakery whose sign was in English (stunning, really), and there were probably a dozen people inside. I wandered in, and there were all kinds of sandwiches and stuff in addition to sweet stuff. I ended up with some sort of croissant-looking bread with a sausage or something in it. Aside from the onions it's pretty good. I also got some mini chocolate muffins, which aren't as good as I'd hoped.
But I digress. I promised pictures.
Just when you thought you'd left America behind, you find out it is ubiquitous:
At least the 7-11 tries to blend in a little!
I went into said 7-11, hoping against hope for a Dr. Pepper Slurpee, and I jaywalked, which is taking your life into your hands here, because the SCOOTER PEOPLE WILL RUN YOU DOWN without a second thought. There was no DP Slurpee, but I did find this cute little drink, which I was tempted to try just because it looks so cheery, what with the dancing fruit on the label and all.
I didn't buy it. I took a walk on the wild side and bought two (TWO!) Cokes. In bottles, so I don't have to drink them all at one time. I'm a wild and crazy girl, y'all.
If you've never seen one, here is what a night market looks like. Too bad there's no Smell-O-Vision. Or maybe it's better that way.
So, back to the hotel. I asked the night clerk, who is just the sweetest woman ever, if I could tak her picture. She asked why, and I told her she was the first person I'd met in this city. Which is true -- the driver wasn't from here. =)
I really couldn't pass up a picture of the Classy Elevator. Yes, this is a picture of the outside of the doors.
Inside the elevator is this sign, which cracks me up every time I'm in there. Apparently pizza cures everything; who knew? Truly though, these are the most hospitable, nicest people imaginable.
Having said that... yes, I have a need. An extra pepperoni need.