Mon Francais et returner

Apres deux jours ma francai et returner. C,est un petite peux bien alors.
After two days my french has returned somewhat. It is funny how you adapt when you only have yourself to rely upon.

Spent most of yesterdqy catching up on sleep from the joureney over. Had a late lunch of zebu steack (actual spelling here) and frites; together with a THB Three Horses Beer. Similar to the beer in Kenya. Light pilsner. Lot of walking. The city is built on hills very much as in Europe. Up and down, up and down.

The architecture and gardens seem of a very western Europe nature, but have seen better days. Paint is needed, shutters are drawn, gardens seem unloved.

Mass transit appears to be a large mass of vans that have four or five rows of seats and a rte number in the front windshield. All are full to overflow and the doors are not closed. Some are seen to depart without the van so much as slowing down. The taxis are older Cirroen cars. Some even have the removed headlights like the old Stutz Bearcats; very cute and I suppose traditional.

Had a breakfast of coffee, butter, jam and that great French Baguette bread. Funny the AM bread is much lighter and flakier than the evening bread.

Tomorrow AM we leave for the overland journey. Have yet to meet any BV group members.
Will try to post some photos now, but was a problem yesterday.
Steve