Surely there must be something clever to say, here, about how my fake Lacoste shirt matches this pile of rusty car parts in downtown Bangkok?
Perhaps how my purse matches these deep fried snack bits? Are they made of fish or donuts?
In the market, multiple types of sea cucumber for sale. When asked, locals have only told me they are delicious because they're very expensive. This is almost as confusing as the difference between a sea slug and a sea cucumber.
After this long in Asia you'd think I'd know what the green chili garlic thingies are for.
And whether the dried dark citruses are for Christmas.
I do know that these are deep fried intestines. Yup, sold by the huge bag.
But we're better at the skills we learnt younger. Except for Scott, who needed some hockey tutoring.
Mike was the real expert - nice flame socks! Nice rink shorts! I missed the hockey tournament, and Barry was sympathetic.
And upstream again. We worried about these Mekong river ships' sinkiness.
At the temple, we could wish for non ship sinking.
You can buy freedom for a sad-looking bird. This seems like a vicious cycle, sadly.
These Chinese New Year revellers had more prayer papers to burn than could fit in the burny furnace.
If you look carefully into the door below, you can see deities.
Here, Barry poses with pear-shaped lions.
This picture is less posed, and demonstrates Barry's not fully developed sense of humour.
In Phnom Penh, we went to the mall with the country's first escalator, where we saw people riding escalators for the first time in their lives. While this can't reasonably be photographed, it made for an amazing site.
Not amazing enough to stay and get a job, however.