between the tuk-tuks, the f´ing roosters (one crowed ALL night long last night right by our place), the bird squakings, the hard beds and the early rising travelers speaking some loud consonant-ridden language like dutch or swedish, it´s hard to sleep in. we´ve tried, but not been very successful in these last two weeks. oh, i´m not complaining, i´m just rationalizing to myself something good about going home (my bed). i always to that when a trip is coming to an end and i wish it wasn´t.
we have figured out to keep the tv, if there is one, or music on low all night and that sorta drowns stuff out. The dreams get strange with all night reggae or spanish tv stations, tho.
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