Buying stuff aside, the rest of the day was pretty neat. Motorcycle riders really have balls here; they drive up really close to cars. We went to a delightful restaurant for lunch, during which Dad had a dessert called 'Hassimah', which I'm pretty sure I had before. Apparently hassimah is actually frog spit, or phlegm, or glands or something. Frog something. Which I guess isn't so bad because it tastes good.
For dinner we went to a place called Noble House, but the 'BLE' in the neon sign were broken, resulting in us having dinner at a place called 'No House'. They had an interesting, very Western way of serving food up. Pictures in another entry when I can be bothered.
The sun sets really late here. I'm not used to it being light outside until like 7:30PM.
I'm also keeping a running tally of how many Louis Vuitton bags I see each day, based purely on the knowledge that everyone has LV. Knowledge.
Louis Vuitton bag count: 20