on the subject of blatant hypocrisy: some guy drinking a beer in this internet cafe/bookstore/restaurant just let loose with a crackling belch, and I turned and gave him a look of offended contempt. What the hell is wrong with me?

I hate Americans, that's what. Not you all. I plan to drink with most of you in t-minus a week or so. Just the ones I run into on the street who suck all the adventure and authenticity out of my own time abroad. As Daffy Duck said, "I can't help it. I'm a greedy slob. It's my hobby."

Speaking of Americans, some of you emailed me saying the last blog made me sound a bit off-center. One even suggested that he was confused whether I was in Ohio or Kenya. I thought the constant reference to screaming baboons might have ruled out the Midwest. But yes, point taken. Possibly discarded, but taken nonetheless.

Apparently I have to go do some reporting now. So off with you. More travel writing tomorrow.