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A story about Ayutthaya
… do you see this guy?
Is he selling ice cream?
They all look the same but are obviously different flavors … whatever. I want one of these.
First he has to prepare my ice cream cube. Never I have seen getting it done in this way.
Probably lemon flavor …
… or banana, orange …
OH MY GOSH! Taste like none of them! What the hell is that?!
I just can't eat it!
Until he stops
watching me I can't through it away
Unbelievable! In that whole place is not a single trash cane … where should I put the melting ice cream?
Why don't you leave the ice cream behind the tent where the woman is selling sculptures of buddha?
What is wrong with this woman? And why is she yelling? She can't even see the ice cream … we better get out of here!
A story about Chicago
Hey girls, where‘re you from?
On the public bus to the navy pier, we had a chat with a foreign but very friendly man named Big Joe.
After arriving we went up the Hangcock Building, had diner, took a plenty of pictures and decided …
At night this busy city gets so quiet …
… to walk back to the hotel instead of driving by bus. We wanted to soak up as many impressions as we could get.
… and peaceful.
I think we got lost. We should be already at the hotel. Expect this notorious guy on the other sideway, nobody is on the street. Let's get inside this 24h Shop – there we can ask for help.
Isn't it Big Joe?! Never before I was so happy to see a face twice a day. We explained him our situation and asked him to escort us to the hotel. When we walked outside he looked at the notorious guy like an animale defending his territory.
Suddenly a police car pulled over, set the window down and a man voice shouted at us. Yo, Big Joe, what you're gonna do with those girls? The police man forced us to step into his car – now! We could't even say bye to Joe.
The attention of the receptionist was with us when we drove by. That was our first night in Chicago – a few days later we left the windy city.
Zwei Geschichten von fremden Orten