the strangest thing about travelling to far away places isn't the pig parts hanging on hooks in street front butchery shops, nor the maze of new streets, nor the faces that all look the same in their strangeness, but rather the little different things in the house your are staying at; using the shower, flushing the toilet, how they supply clean drinking water, their family dinner modus operandi, etc....
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