Diving | Archaeology

It was darker than normal this morning.  The sky was overcast and the air was heavy; rain was on the horizon.  Breakfast, as per usual, was some form of rice. Today the kitchen served the mushroom rice balls that Doug has become so fond of.

I myself prefer beef pho or the occasional bread and butter if we are lucky.  The food here is not terrible, but frequently unusual.  The meat is questionable and not to my liking.  For instance, the processed pork product that has become a staple of our lunch routine is so pungent it makes me gag.  Entire chickens are boiled and then hacked into chunks and served bones and all.  Needless to say, I don’t eat much meat here.

Beer, on the other hand, is remarkably cheap and can be found nearly everywhere.  The little café where we have our lunch serves two types of local…

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