In Georgetown

Trip Start Jan 29, 2008
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Trip End Mar 04, 2008


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Monday, February 25, 2008

When we woke up this morning, Superman's leg was a mess. From the knee right down to his toes, it was incredibly swollen. I could see we weren't going very far today, so I walked slowly beside him as he limped around the corner to the dinner place we were at last night. There was a small festival of some sort going on in the street, including free live entertainment for us. And entertaining it was. There were a few bands that played but it was the small talk they made in between that I found most amusing. They seemed to be doing some sort of fundraiser for women empowerment, and one of the performers was going on about how there are no angels here only devils and it's a nice day in Penang. It didn't really make a lot of sense. We couldn't actually see the stage, but the speakers were near us so we heard everything. The entire time this singer was talking we thought it was a man. Until "he" mentioned it would be a nice day to be in "his" bikini on the beach.

I was craving cranberry juice so I loaded up on that but something compelled SH to order a Salty Dog. He made me taste it and it is very well named, as it tastes like liquid salt Street festival
Street festival
 . It was pretty nasty. I asked him how he could get through the entire thing but he sucked it up and polished off his Salty Dog like a champ.

We decided to have another Irish car bomb, as it was so fun last night at the Irish pub. The restaurant didn't have any Irish whiskey and for some reason SH thought Scotch would make a good substitute. This was a very, very bad idea. We poured our Baileys and Scotch into our glass of Guinness and chugged. I didn't even get through half of it because the Scotch was burning my nose and throat. It was all I could taste and smell. I put down my glass and saw the Irish cream curdling in my glass. Gewwww.

Since my friend wasn't up for walking, we took a bicycle rickshaw to the Banana Club so he could get his tourist visa. He needed to have proof of a departure flight out of Thailand to apply. Luckily he had a ticket back to the US already booked but didn't have it with him. It was with him when we left Ko Tao but got lost somewhere along the way out of his back pocket. We went online and tried to pull it up. For some reason this seemed to take hours. When we could finally get into Delta's website and look at his ticket (man I hate Delta, for several reasons) the page wouldn't print. It was kind of ridiculous. I got a bit impatient and hit the print button a few times, then we gave up. About ten minutes later, three print outs of his ticket came off the printer.

Finally he had what he needed and went back to hand in his application Salty dog
Salty dog
 . Unfortunately that is when it was pointed out that his flight to the US was yesterday, according to the ticket.

After spending hours there and getting nothing out of it he was pretty frustrated so we left the Banana Club. We went to a nearby restaurant and he ordered a ton of food. I'm not sure why he thought we needed it all but whatever, it looked good. We didn't even come close to eating it all. Our server insisted we take the leftovers. I told her I didn't want them. She would not back down. She kept telling me that he was too drunk and he ordered too much food. I said the problem is that he has big eyes and a small stomach. She said "yes, and he is way too drunk." And I am like maybe (he had been drinking beers during the entire Banana Club fiasco), but we still don't need to take the food with us. She came back with the bill and the food all bagged up. So I guess we're taking the food after all.

We got in a cab and went to the Irish pub we were at last night. I gave the cab driver our leftovers and he was pretty happy with that. We had a great time at the pub, drinking Guinness and playing foozeball before finally calling it a night.
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