Indeed, this is the life of a shameless flashpacker, camera on hand at a moment’s notice. Maybe i should just give up my pride and catalogue as much as possible, its not like i have such a great memory or anything…
But anyways, this is the cab I got into when I left the airport. The guy seemed perplexed that I was American. I asked him if he knew where he was going, to which he gave an affirmative response, then proceeded to ask his cab-driving friends where it was (on the radio). I got to Ricky’s hu tong fine though. Click on through for more pictures of Ricky’s place…