Dear Syida, Well, here we are at the sunny Seaside Hotel in the kitchen. The weather is funny and the temperature is one degrees. Our hotel room looks out onto a garden filled with pasta trees and tropical presents. The natives are all crazy and spent their time milking and riding their oranges through the streets. Most of them only speak malay, but I can communicate by making signs with my fanny. The local food is really rainy. Mostly they eat scared burritos and refried noodles. Our hotel only costs a hundred blah a day. We are going to spend the week hitch-hiking and then come home. Wish you were here.
I was doing that when I was in the loo. Can’t stop laughing after that. HEHEHE!