Ahoy,
Hi, hostel. The international one, not the backpackers' one. It's really not too shabby. Bathroom appears to be pretty clean. I can't tell if it's because it's cleaned often or because it isn't used often. Hostel also has free wifi.
Hi, waste manager. Left to right is trash, organics, recyclables, and mixed paper. Yay for recycling! Street seem pretty clean, and also pretty empty. By the port here, there are very many hills. Like San Francisco. I hate hills.
Hi, tennis court. Exclusively for the use of Westin Hotel guests. But it wasn't locked, so I wandered in anyway. And then I couldn't figure out how to jam the door back in. Court is in pretty good shape -- no big cracks or anything. Net apparatus was a bit rusty.
Hi, gas station. Parking downtown is 10 minutes to a quarter. Gas is $1.06 per liter. Weather is in Celsius. Time is in military. Weight is in kilogram. Signs are in French and English, so are announcements.
Hi, Little Ceasars. I walked in just for the novelty of it. Servings are smaller. The guy said their large is America's medium. I crossed the street to the grocery store. Everything is smaller. Boxes are smaller. Bags are smaller. Portions are smaller. Five granola bars per box instead of six.
hauntingly homesick,
JT
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