After sleeping in and slowly getting ready, we headed back to Manifesto for brunch.
Fuck was it good.
That was until the manager gave us a treat - complimentary bloody Marys.
I was feeling fabulous until I had sip of that fuckiing drink. And then I wanted to die.
After a couple of trips to the ladies room (thank god they weren't squatters), we went to a stinky street market.
Haggling had gotten a bit tiresome at this point, so my bargains weren't over-the-top, but still so cheap.
After the shopping, Jarod demanded we go to the Sex Museum.
So we did.
It was definitely interesting and all the signs were bi-lingual, so we didn't get a dildo confused with butt plugs - phew!.
Still pooped, we headed back to the hotel to prep for our trip home.
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